Meng Yi felt the murderous intent of the God of Slaughter locked on him, and looked over with cold eyes, without any intention of backing down.
"Are you hesitant? Are you conflicted?
I prepared so many methods, but in the end, I took the initiative to stand up. Do you want to follow me?"
He saw from afar Huang Qianliu attacking the divine body of the God of Slaughter.
It was obvious that Huang Qianliu knew who the key was.
However, this psychic was now blaming Meng Yi in his heart, why did he get exposed?
What can the fourth level do?
What are you doing without hiding your identity?
Sizzle…
The pitch-black lightning nimbly dodged the pursuit of the Weaver behind it.
Meng Yi retracted his gaze and raised his head slightly. The Blood Yuan Sacrifice should have moved, right?
You two, are you still hesitating?
As if sensing his gaze, the sun suddenly disappeared from above the Holy City of Redemption, which stood tall and majestic amidst the devastation.
It seemed as if in an instant, the world fell into deep darkness.
All that remained were the surging swarms of aliens and the thin glimmers of light, some silver, some golden, some red, and some emerald green, that appeared in the battles everywhere.
The world became silent.
The noisy roars, the sticky chewing sounds, the furious shouts, the roar of battle...
Everything came to a halt.
The world is frozen at this point!
Everyone felt an inexplicable pressure, and Bu Changyue and others showed fanatical expressions on their faces.
Huang Qianliu's eyes widened in shock.
This feeling...
God?!
Oh no, it’s over!
Where is salvation? Where is salvation?
Meng Yi felt a gaze full of tyranny coming from nowhere.
He instantly felt the surge of malice and struggled to bear the endless pressure. This pressure was ten times stronger than the sharp murderous intent of the God of Slaughter.
Deep, terrifying, and makes people feel extremely desperate.
This caused him to stagger and nearly fall, and it took him a lot of effort to steady himself.
His body began to tremble instinctively, not out of fear, but as a spontaneous reaction to facing the gaze of a "higher-level" being.
Tick-tock
Blood dripped at his feet.
Then there was a continuous sound of "da la da la".
At some point, bright red blood began to flow from his seven orifices.
Blood beads like rubies dripped onto the ground in strings and exploded on the rooftop.
Affected by the God of Slaughter, his vision, which had originally turned gray, was also quietly stained with blood.
Meng Yi's mouth was full of rust, veins bulged on his forehead, and he gritted his teeth to withstand the pressure.
He tried his best to raise his blood-stained head and looked up into the sky.
Above the Holy City of Redemption, a giant eye has appeared in the place where the disaster had missed.
This huge eye has a deep red background, with blood-red ripples, and its pupil has shrunk to the size of a needle tip.
Boo~
As soon as Meng Yi's eyes met his, his eyes exploded instantly.
"Fuck you, I can't bear to watch this?"
Numb eyes appeared on his face, arms, and body, staring straight at the sky in defiance.
The crisp sound of popping continued to be heard...no eyes could form.
Until…
A scarlet mist began to surround him.
Meng Yi's eyes finally took shape.
He formally looked into the eyes of Xueyuanjie.
Seeing the scarlet mist, the blood-red eye that occupied the entire sky, with its needle-tip-sized pupil, suddenly dilated.
Meng Yiru's appearance was reflected in the deep dark pupils.
Surrounded by red mist...and covered with eyes of all sizes.
What was revealed in these eyes was resentment and... an inexplicable sense of optimism.
So what about gods?
"Oh…"
The blood under Meng Yi's feet began to flow back into his body. He grinned and raised his hand slightly, saying, "You."
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