Thanks to the powerful eyesight of the Delusion Breaker, Li Wenhui can see a lot of things.

For example... someone engages in close physical combat with a knife, inevitably suffering unexpected damage, but inadvertently perfectly matches [pain] and [pleasure].

There are statues waving spiked iron whips in their hands... indiscriminate torture.

Someone pulled out their intestines and wrapped them around their necks in an attempt to suffocate themselves.

He also saw Fu Wanqiu...

This second-level Sister of Pain from Yuan'an City, who somehow managed to survive, was now shouting wildly:

“I want to transform myself into…”

"Change shit, change!"

Sun Feiyu's concentration was stronger. He had recovered from the inexplicable influence and was now withdrawing.

He suddenly stretched out his hand and slapped Fu Wanqiu's head back, which was about to fly out of his body. His thumb pressed into the other's eye socket, and with a pop, one of his eyes popped out.

Let off some steam a little.

Then there was the sound of loud slaps and a roar of excitement mixed with panic:

"Run! Now is the time to escape... I don't want to die here...

And, did you see it?”

He hit Fu Wanqiu's stomach with a bang, causing the latter to bend over and retch, and spit out his soft and smooth tongue.

The long tongue wrapped around Sun Feiyu's neck like a scarf, and the mouth on the tongue kept opening and closing. A voice full of charm sounded quickly:

"Pain and pleasure, they are twins. My guess was right, that's right!

As long as we find the God of the Twin Path and replace their blood with you and me...

Ha ha ha ha…"

Fu Wanqiu raised her head in agony. She was satisfied with the violent treatment she had received, but she had some doubts.

"But even if you and I are dual-path divine beings, what's the point?

That guy named Meng Yi... is definitely more than one level!"

She wiped the blood off her face, revealing obvious fear.

"Damn, how many times have I told you to run first!"

Sun Feiyu grabbed the other person's hair roughly and rushed out of the city at a rapid speed.

He instinctively resisted considering this question, as it would make the direction of his efforts seem ridiculous...

Yeah... what's the point?

The Supreme Council is actually dead in name only.

But if I don’t work towards this goal, what else can I do?

Save the world? Are you kidding me?

Li Wenhui looked at the two people from afar, snorted coldly and looked away.

Even among a group of high-level divinely favored people who "each have their own strengths", these two people are quite despicable.

He tightened the potion in his hand, ignoring his injuries, and walked towards the blurry mass of flesh and blood that was closest to him.

After all, the same injury, when it occurs to yourself and when it occurs to an ordinary person, are two completely different concepts.

As he approached the other party, the blurred mass of flesh and blood let out a frightened cry, like a plea, but also like a wail of resignation.

"Don't be afraid, I'm different from other divinely blessed people."

Li Wenhui spoke as gently as possible. With the help of pupil technique, he easily found the other person's mouth and poured the potion into it.

One, two, three...

He can only save so many people now.

Looking at the people struggling in pain all over the city, he looked up weakly, a scarlet mist swirling above his head...

"My Lord...what should I do?"

He asked quietly and quickly came up with a solution.

There are warehouses in Yun'an City, and we can also find a divine being with healing abilities. Whether it is coercion or inducement, there is always a way.

He took off the blindfold and quickly began to move.

He has always been motivated, not just a poor guy who knows how to pray to the gods.