"King's face?!"

Seeing the figure in gray clothes and white hair, Lin Qiye blurted out his name.

Wang Mian stood in front of Lin Qiye, with pieces of flesh and blood falling on the snow in front of him, and the [Yi Yuan] on his waist was put back into its sheath.

After confirming that Isis would not be able to recover his mobility in a short period of time, he turned around and was about to say something, but when he saw Lin Qiye's current appearance, he was slightly stunned.

"Lin Qiye, your realm..."

A miserable smile appeared on Lin Qiye's blood-stained face.

The king was a little puzzled. He glanced at the bloody Isis in the distance, then scanned the devastated battlefield around him, and his eyes fell on the emblem left in the snow.

He seemed to realize something, and stood there like a sculpture.

After an unknown amount of time, his old face, full of wrinkles, became deeply wrinkled.

His body began to tremble uncontrollably.

Endless anger and madness gushed out of his eyes.

He growled and pulled out the [Yi Yuan] from his waist again. His body broke through the wind and snow and flashed in front of Isis, who was covered in blood but not dead yet.

He gripped the hilt of the knife with trembling hands, his knuckles covered with age spots looked pale from excessive force. He stared at the body beneath him, raised the snow-white blade high, and stabbed it into Isis' body frantically again and again.

The suppressed roar echoed in the sobbing snow, and the drifting snow flakes danced with his movements. Like a madman, he stabbed the slowly recovering flesh and blood in the snow dozens of times in succession. Only when she had turned into minced meat all over the ground, completely staining the surrounding snow red, did he tremble and let go of the handle of the knife.

He knelt weakly in the snow, his old eyes slowly closed, and his hoarse voice was filled with endless sorrow and self-blame:

"I'm sorry, Lin Qiye... I'm sorry..."

"We...are late..."

Hearing the word "we", a relieved smile finally emerged on Lin Qiye's bloodstained face. He lay weakly in the snow, looking up at the national monument whose flames were gradually going out, and breathed a sigh of relief.

He knew that he had managed to protect this national monument.

…

Another battlefield.

Zuo Qing stood in front of a snow pit, looking down at the sealed Wind God Xiu at his feet, his brows slightly furrowed.

The bright headlights shone through the wind and snow, and an electric bike slowly approached. Lu Wuwei stopped beside Zuo Qing and reached out to take off his helmet.

"How did you get here so quickly? Didn't you already take the unconscious night watchman on the plane back to Beijing?" Lu Wuwei asked puzzledly.

"I jumped out of the plane and flew here directly after I sensed the invasion of the alien gods." Zuo Qing replied, and stretched out his hand to pull the God of Wind out of the snow. Xiu's whole body was extremely stiff, and he was motionless like a sculpture.

"Oh...what happened to him?"

"I don't know, it seems like someone has taken action to stop the process of his body remodeling." Zuo Qing looked around but didn't find any suspicious figures. "Strange... Is there anyone in Daxia who can do this?"

"I think now is not the time to discuss this."

Lu Wuwei stretched out his hand and pointed at the huge figure in the distance that was pinning the two Nine Pillar Gods to the ground and beating them. "What kind of monster is that that is about to smash the heads of the two Nine Pillar Gods?"

Zuo Qing took a look and said calmly, "That's the Black King."

"The Black King? What is the Black King?"

"...I can't explain it to you right away." Zuo Qing put down the body of Fengshen Xiu for the time being. "The two Nine Pillar Gods are already on the verge of death. Find a chance to control them, and then wait for Queen Mother to take action and lock up the Black King."

Zuo Qing looked at the huge figure with only three chains left on it and sighed, "In the current Daxia, I guess only the Queen Mother can suppress it."

“Is it that strong?”

"It has completely lost control and is going berserk. Do you see the last three chains on it? If those three chains break again, the 'prison' will be completely damaged. I'm afraid it will never be able to be closed again."

"It sounds like the situation is already very urgent." Lu Wuwei glanced at the Queen Mother of the West who was fighting with the Eight Yuan Gods in the distance, "But isn't the Queen Mother dealing with those Eight Yuan Gods?"

"Someone will come to take over." Zuo Qing raised his head and glanced into the distance. "According to the time, they should be here soon..."

…

boom--!!

The surging divine power surged in the air. The Queen Mother of the West held the Kunlun Mirror in her hand and looked coldly at the three wounded Eight Yuan Gods in front of her. Her cold face revealed a grim murderous intent.

On a cliff not far away, the corpse of an Eight Yuan God was gradually burning into ashes under the green flames.

Having witnessed one of the Eight Primordial Gods being killed, the other three gods frowned. They glanced into the distance and saw that the Nine Pillar Gods still failed to destroy the national monument, and anxiety appeared on their faces.

"What on earth are they doing..."

The Queen Mother of the West snorted coldly and was about to attack again when several consecutive thunderclaps sounded from the sky.

Several streams of light came from the west at an astonishing speed and landed around the three Eight Yuan Gods. One of the silver streams of light circled in the air for a moment and flew straight towards the direction of the National Divine Monument.

Around the three Eight Yuan Gods, the shadows of the Great Xia gods appeared. A young man with black hair and red clothes, a fire spear on his shoulder, and wind-fire wheels on his feet, brought six or seven Great Xia gods and completely surrounded the Eight Yuan Gods in the air.

When the three Eight Yuan Gods saw this, their faces suddenly changed. They were about to fight to the death when a raging fire suddenly ignited from nothingness, turning into a circle of fire that forced them back.

"Nezha is late in coming to the rescue, please forgive me, my Goddess!"

Outside the circle of fire, Nezha freed his hands and bowed to the Queen Mother of the West.

When Queen Mother of the West saw the reinforcements arriving, her frown relaxed a little. Her gaze fell on the giant figure in the distance that was completely out of control, and her eyes narrowed slightly.

Queen Mother of the West did not even glance at the three Eight Primordial Spirits, and flew straight towards the huge skyscraper, speaking calmly:

"Kill them all."

"yes."

As the Queen Mother of the West disappeared from the spot, Nezha, holding the Fire Spear, turned around and looked coldly at the three pale-faced Eight Yuan Gods.

"You like to run away, right? You like to steal houses, right?" Nezha's eyes were burning with anger. "What I hate most is... you guys who like to steal houses!"

The red sea of ​​fire instantly dyed the gloomy sky into blood-red clouds.