Heather shook her enormous head, drawing countless gazes to Yang Cheng. Elemental power coalesced in front of her, forming layers of shields.
But under Yang Cheng's strike, which contained the ultimate power, all those elemental shields were shattered with a deafening roar!
With a thrust and a flick of the Soul-Severing Spear, Heatherville's enormous head was ripped open, leaving a gaping wound from which a ghastly blue blood gushed forth.
"How dare you harm the great Goddess of Truth, the supreme Heatherville!?"
Heather Vella roared furiously, and almost all of her thousands of eyes turned a deep blue.
"God? What a weak god you are! You dare to call yourself a god?"
As Yang Cheng finished speaking, a blood-red aura surged from his body, and a monstrous sea of blood instantly spread throughout the entire building.
The Blood Fiend God stepped out from there, grabbed Heatherville's snake-like tail, and swung it wildly, smashing it to the ground.
Yang Cheng unleashed countless spear shadows with his Soul-Severing Spear, the power of annihilation gathering within them.
Heather's body began to disintegrate under the power of slaughter, and with the final punch of the Blood Fiend God's Dharma Image, its huge head exploded instantly!
Although Heather Villa is dead, she still leaves behind an angry voice.
"I'll remember you! The supreme Heathervila will not let you get away with this!"
Yang Cheng raised an eyebrow dismissively. This thing certainly couldn't be considered a god; at most, it could only be considered a projection of a soul's descent.
It was just like when Mahasthamaprapta descended in the physical form of the Arhat who subdued the tiger.
Heather Vera descended from the blood of thousands of believers. As she was blasted apart by Yang Cheng, even the soul imprint she possessed was torn apart, and her limbs turned into blood, flowing throughout the entire building.
However, this thing is much weaker than Yang Cheng imagined. Even though it is just a projection, Yang Cheng felt that its true form would be very weak.
Even if a soul projection descends, it will carry a portion of the original body's power.
However, Heather Villanelle's performance was lackluster; her abilities might be unorthodox, but her strength was surprisingly weak.
It might be very powerful for an ordinary person, but for Yang Cheng, it was utterly ineffective.
Therefore, after Yang Cheng killed this thing, the Heavenly Reincarnation did not show that the mission was completed.
Yang Cheng even suspected that killing the thing's main body wouldn't count as completing the mission.
After all, if the gods were this weak, then Yang Cheng would be in virtually no danger in this world and could kill gods at will.
Yang Cheng turned his gaze to Count Nat, who was almost drained of blood but was still alive.
"You actually killed the God of Truth... Who are you? Which deity are you incarnate as?"
Count Nat looked on in disbelief, seemingly unwilling to admit that the supreme god he worshipped and revered could be so easily killed by a single person.
Therefore, he would rather believe that Yang Cheng in front of him was the incarnation of a god than admit that the god he believed in was so fragile.
"God? Why can't it be a human?"
Yang Cheng said calmly, "How much power can that thing give you? Your body is so weak, you're practically no different from an ordinary person."
The ugly-looking Heatherville from earlier was actually a very weak evil god.
Although she claims to be the Goddess of Truth, a closer look at the title reveals the truth: what is truth anyway? There are countless truths in this world, and this isn't a debate. So what's the use of this Goddess of Truth? Just to buff trolls?
It was obviously useless; aside from her status as an evil god, she had no ability to grant Count Nat many supernatural powers.
Therefore, Count Nat, the high priest of the Truth Society, was not actually even a member of the Clan.
From beginning to end, Heatherville never promised Count Nat anything; he merely used Count Nat's arrival to satisfy his own craving for flesh and blood.
Count Nat had been misled by the evil god and had never considered this possibility.
But now that Yang Cheng had given him that nod, he couldn't accept it. A look of madness appeared on his face, and he instantly lost his breath.
Yang Cheng shook his head slightly; this guy was quite pitiful.
People sell their souls and lives to the devil, at least in exchange for power and some benefits.
As it turned out, this guy risked his title and even his life, but didn't gain even a tiny bit of power in return, and didn't even qualify as a superhuman.
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