The monsters bowed in unison, kneeling on the ground and crying out, burying their faces in the earth, not daring to look at Apostle 01. After all, Apostle 01 was the most capable subordinate of the Evil God, known for his terrifying strength and erratic temper. He was a truly unfathomable oddity.
"Why are you here? This matter in Mirror City doesn't concern you, Apostle 01," Ye Yan grumbled, crossing his legs arrogantly.
01 radiated a violent aura and yanked Ye Yan from his chair. "I said, no one is allowed to touch Duan Chen. That's an order. Are you deaf?"
*Boom!*
A terrifying pressure descended, forcing all the black-robed priests down to their knees, their faces pressed to the ground, utterly unable to resist. Ye Yan was wracked with pain from the force, spitting out a mouthful of blood, yet he gritted his teeth and endured, even sneering.
"Damn it! If I don't like him, I'll touch him! If you have the guts, kill me! The Evil God won't let you off either!!"
01 was about to act when he paused, a cold, mocking smile appearing on his lips. "It seems I don't need to. You've provoked someone you shouldn't have... This mask, number 03, should be replaced."
With that, the violent aura around him dissipated. He turned and stepped into the shadows, vanishing as if he had never been there.
Without giving the black-robed monsters a chance to breathe, the space rippled again. This time, the arrival was even more intense than before.
*Swish!*
A spatial rift tore open before them, and Wu Suowei walked out, still carrying the scent of disinfectant from the hospital. He surveyed the scene expressionlessly, his gaze finally settling on Ye Yan.
"Found you."
Wu Suowei adjusted his black-rimmed glasses. Ye Yan was shocked, his earlier arrogance vanishing. He stumbled backward, as if he had seen a plague god, desperate to escape.
"Impossible, you, how did you find me!"
"I followed the 'qi' you left in the Dream Domain."
"You, what do you want? Don't come any closer! I said don't come closer!"
Wu Suowei advanced step by step, and Ye Yan retreated, tripping over a stone and landing squarely on his backside.
"What are you guys waiting for, attack!" Ye Yan cried out in terror, waving at the black-robed priests.
These sea demons finally reacted. A mere human, appearing so openly in Mirror City, the domain of the sea demons! How audacious!
"This heart is mine!"
The black-robed figures lunged with monstrous visages, a dark mass surrounding Wu Suowei. Wu Suowei neither dodged nor flinched, his thin lips parting slightly as he uttered a single word.
"Die."
An invisible spiritual pressure, like a mountain, crushed down. By the time they realized the terrifying existence they faced, it was too late.
*Bang, bang bang!*
Brilliant green blood exploded in mid-air. Dozens of black-robed priests were instantly crushed by the spiritual pressure, vanishing into nothingness. A green blood rain fell from the sky, and foul-smelling severed limbs landed in every corner of the octagonal pavilion. The world fell silent. Everything happened in an instant, gone in the blink of an eye.
"Holy... shit..." Ye Yan's eyes widened, his pupils trembling. Was this guy really that strong! He trembled uncontrollably, a deeper fear taking root in his heart. As a black piece of the Evil God, he had heard of the divine side's power. But under absolute rules, the divine side should possess strength comparable to their own. Yet, Wu Suowei was engaged in a dimensional attack. He suddenly remembered Wu Suowei's words in the dream: 'Perhaps it's a god...' Bah! How could a mere four-eyed kid like him be a 'god' equal to that supreme Evil God? Although the Evil God had warned him that the game's rules were uneven, and the divine side had gods personally intervening, Ye Yan couldn't believe that a god would act personally instead of using their pawns. It defied logic! But this guy hadn't even made a move; he'd killed them all with just a glance and spiritual pressure? Ye Yan was losing his ability to think.
"No, impossible, I must still be dreaming!" Ye Yan snapped his fingers, his hands shaking. But he could only create one dream domain per day. Within his dream domain, he was invincible and immortal. However, that dream domain had already been destroyed by Wu Suowei at Sacred Heart Hospital.
"For the revival of the Evil God... for the descent of the Evil God! For the new world!!"
*Clap, clap, clap!*
He kept snapping his fingers, praying for a miracle, but nothing happened. Wu Suowei stood amidst the green rain, yet not a drop touched him. He walked forward like a deity, looking down at Ye Yan on the ground. His eyes were cold, indifferent. As if looking at a dead fish.
"Heh, still praying? It seems the Evil God has abandoned you."
"Impossible! I am its most faithful follower! Evil God!" Ye Yan unleashed all his power, terrifying demonic energy overflowing from his body. All the dark fruits he had distributed and parasitized now contributed 50% of their hosts' spiritual power, converging into a black, primordial seed of demonic energy. Surging energy poured in... and poured in... It instantly grew into a colossal, sky-obscuring tree-shaped energy body. Terrifying demonic energy transformed into roots and branches that coiled around Wu Suowei's body, limbs, and extremities, tightly binding and imprisoning him. Suddenly, black buds sprouted on the branches, blooming into five-petaled black flowers.
"Taste my ultimate technique—[Primordial Devouring Evil Tree]! Your flesh and soul will become nourishment for the evil tree, never to be reborn, hahahahaha!" Ye Yan laughed maniacally and reached out to catch the flying petals. But his laughter quickly died.
*Crack!*
A golden light pierced the dark tree prison. The giant tree collapsed with a roar, countless demonic energy fragments tearing through space with deafening sounds. Wu Suowei, unharmed, stood in the falling flower rain and smiled. He gently clenched his palm in the air, the air making a crisp popping sound. Then, he punched towards the face of the terrified and paralyzed Ye Yan. The fist grew larger and larger in Ye Yan's despairing eyes.
*Boom!*
The explosive killing intent shattered Ye Yan's head. His body tilted, and he fell into the blood.
"The dream is over."
*Click.*
The mask fell onto the ground mixed with blood and mud. Wu Suowei stepped on it, crushing it. Ye Yan's corpse, mixed with the mask fragments, transformed into a wisp of dark evil energy. The evil energy quickly gathered and condensed, forming a bizarre black [chess piece] in the air. The chess piece resembled a knight from chess, an inch long and exquisitely crafted. Its body was a withered tree adorned with grinning skulls. Wu Suowei reached out and grabbed the [black piece]. Instantly, the evil energy surged, shooting out countless dark waves.