manynovel Chapter 3416 Ultimately, He Was a False God
Chapter 3416 Ultimately, He Was a False God
"Sister Su Su, Yang Rui, and Xiao Man... all of us are being bullied to death..."
Hua Nian's voice, barely audible, pierced the tranquility of the Evil Sky Flower Sea.
The moment the words left her lips, Hua Yulou stopped twirling the petals between her fingers.
He lowered his eyes, his purple pupils narrowed slightly, and the corners of his lips first curved into a very faint arc, which then gradually widened into a wicked and arrogant smile.
"Oh?"
He slowly stood up, his well-defined fingers casually brushing over the folds of his clothes.
As he moved, the pair of huge purple butterfly wings behind him, which had been folded for a long time, suddenly opened.
The wings shimmered with a dark purple light, their veins like the gnarled roots of an ancient tree, their edges gleaming with a sharp silver sheen.
As soon as it unfolded, it was like a curtain of night falling, instantly obscuring the entire dazzling aurora overhead.
The aurora's seven-colored light was swallowed by the butterfly wings, and the Evil Sky Flower Sea was instantly plunged into a purplish-black shadow.
Only the purple light surrounding Hua Yulou was particularly dazzling in the dim light.
He walked slowly to Hua Nian, his cool fingertips gently brushing her mud-covered hair. His tone was unreadable, yet it sent shivers down one's spine: "Little sister, don't be afraid."
"Jun Yichen failed to protect Su'er!"
"You're really useless!"
Before Hua Nian could respond, his gaze drifted into the distance again.
Seemingly recalling what had happened earlier, he said after a while, "Hu Xiao is imbued with the Heavenly Dao and is also a Heavenly Fox. In this world, is there anyone who would dare to bully her?"
"But that makes sense, her soul was also damaged."
Then, a look of doubt appeared on his face: "Who is Yang Rui?"
Hua Nian stammered, "Um, brother, it's someone I like!"
The moment the words "the person I like" left his lips, Hua Yulou's fingers, which were brushing against the top of Hua Nian's hair, paused slightly.
He slowly withdrew his hand, his fingertips gently twirling in the air.
In an instant, the surrounding evil petals frantically gathered together, condensing into a crystal-clear purple evil flower at his fingertips.
The petals are layered upon layered, like frozen frost.
The flower's heart pulsed with a scarlet light, radiating a deadly poison that was suffocating; even a single glance was enough to make one feel breathless.
"I never expected that Xiao Niannian would have someone she likes."
"You've really grown up!"
"In that case..."
Hua Yulou raised her eyes and looked towards the direction of the Ghost Domain. Her purple butterfly wings fluttered gently, bringing with them a gust of fierce wind.
"Then let those billions of purple butterflies of the Evil Void taste the blood of those who dared to bully you."
"Furthermore, I already have a grudge against the Ghost Lord!"
He's now used to the butterflies behind him.
The insect path has also been rebuilt.
As soon as Hua Yulou finished speaking, the entire Evil Void Flower Sea churned violently as if a giant boulder had been thrown into it.
Countless purple butterfly eggs burst open among the petals, and one by one, purple butterflies, whose wings resembled those of the butterfly behind Hua Yulou, emerged from their cocoons.
Their wings vibrate, producing a "buzzing" sound.
The sounds were dense and piercing, carrying a chilling killing intent, like thunderclaps sweeping across the sky towards the Ghost Domain battlefield.
……
Ghost Realm Battlefield.
This place is no longer what it used to be; the earth is cracked.
The terrain was crisscrossed with ravines, and black, ghostly energy surged across the ground like a tide.
The air was thick with the stench of blood and decay.
Broken weapons and shattered armor were scattered all over the ground.
Countless remains of living beings gradually turned to ashes under the corrosive influence of ghostly energy.
"Cough cough cough..."
Yang Rui knelt on the cracked earth, one knee supporting him, his other hand tightly clutching a warm, blood-red dragon scale.
The dragon scales were left by Zhu Lin, but now they were burning hot from the warmth of his fingers.
He coughed up a mouthful of blood.
Crimson blood droplets splattered onto the ground in front of him, mingling with the black blood on the ground to create an eerie dark red stain.
His face was deathly pale, his lips were cracked, and his robes were soaked in blood, revealing wounds of varying depths on his exposed skin.
Some of them were still bleeding dark purple blood, traces of the ghostly energy's erosion.
Zhu Lin's soul dissipated like a heavy iron hammer weighing a thousand pounds, shattering the last line of defense in his heart.
Despair, like an icy tide, surged in from all directions, instantly engulfing him.
His hand, clutching the blood-red dragon scales, trembled uncontrollably. His eyes stared blankly ahead, devoid of any light, filled only with endless gloom and despair.
He knew they had lost.
The ghosts and spirits are too powerful; they cannot escape!
They all have to die!
At this moment, the ghost floated in mid-air, surrounded by thick black mist.
His tall, blurry figure could be vaguely seen within the black mist.
He looked down at everything below with indifference, as if watching a trivial farce.
Those eyes hidden behind the black mist held no pity, only a haughty scrutiny and a deep-seated disdain.
That is the disdain of gods for ants, the contempt of those who hold the power of life and death for those who struggle to survive.
"Do you see that? This is what happens to the weak."
He spoke slowly, his voice hoarse and deep, as if carrying some kind of power, clearly reaching the ears of every surviving creature on the battlefield.
The injured Zhulong trembled at the sound of that voice.
"God, who wields the laws and overlooks the cycle of reincarnation." The voice of the ghost god remained calm.
He slowly raised his hand, palm facing the masses below, as if displaying his authority.
"And you are nothing but dust struggling to survive under the laws and in the cycle of reincarnation."
"Your so-called kinship, friendship, sacrifice, and protection are, in my eyes, no different from ants huddling together for warmth. How ridiculous!"
These words, like a sharp knife, pierced the hearts of the Candle Dragons.
They looked up, a faint spark igniting in their eyes.
It was anger, it was resentment, yet it seemed so insignificant under the oppressive power of the gods and spirits.
"The gods of the lower realms are ultimately false gods."
The ghost's gaze fell on Yang Susu, and he sneered, "You have too many ties, too many weaknesses."
"Therefore, you are not worthy of ascension, nor worthy of touching the true authority of God."
"They only deserve to rot and perish on this abandoned land."
As soon as he finished speaking, the ghost slowly raised his other hand, and in his palm, a ball of pitch-black ghost energy began to slowly condense.
This ghostly aura was completely different from the "Soul-Destroying Finger" he had previously unleashed.
It is not large, only the size of a fist, but it seems to contain the death power of the entire Netherworld.
Black ripples rolled continuously across the surface of the ghost balloon.
The phantom images of millions of wronged souls can be vaguely seen within them.
They were howling, crying, and struggling.
That terrifying pressure was a hundred times, a thousand times more terrifying than the previous "Soul-Destroying Finger"!
On the battlefield, all living beings felt the call of death.
The surviving Candle Dragons closed their eyes in despair.