He closed his eyes, waiting quietly.

Until the end of the hallway, the chaotic footsteps hurriedly approached, like a torrential downpour, in hot pursuit.

When the Mutated Transformations burst in, they saw it—a bold and joyful smile; finally, he waved at them.

"Today, I play the boulder.

Thank you all for tripping over me here!"

The very moment of that thought, a wild roar soared into the sky, uncountable steel lights like a downpour, spreading toward all directions, piercing everything, tearing apart all.

The explosion echoed, blowing from the fierce wind into the distance.

The sound of shattering corpses rose.

"Die!"

Tang Qian bellowed, yanking his axe from a broken skull, turned around, swung it horizontally, chopped at the waist, and then desperately grabbed a sharp blade that had thrust toward him, his six arms, now weaponless.

Even one of his legs was broken off.

But no matter...

With a blood-stained face, he grinned and then, opened his mouth!

Toward the unprotected throat.

He bit down fiercely!

And after that, the crowd roared, gulping blood, crushing the last opponent's neck.

Blood spattered, painting that pale face red.

"Boss, the whole front is bloody ambushed."

He panted, holding a shoddy imitation Gold Coin in his hand, "Let's withdraw, I still have a couple of ancestors I can shake out, I'll keep you safe!"

Tong Shan didn't say anything.

He just staggered forward, propping up the shattering flagpole.

He pressed a bloody fingerprint on a promissory note that was prepared long ago and handed it over with both hands, "Please take care of Da Liu and A Xue."

Tang Qian was silent, glanced back at the siblings who were barely alive, and nodded fiercely.

Then, Tong Shan burst into laughter.

"Take good care of them."

He turned back, looking towards the Holy Hall enshrouded in shadows, "I'll be right back."

Inside the vast Holy Hall, a wild atmosphere rose...

Alerted, all the Chosen Ones from various locations rushed over, forming a tight defense around the pillar of the Great Calamity in Spring City. Closing his eyes, he could feel it—the Heart Core's Evil of Boundless, the entropy's Evil of Quiet Frost, the Ether's Evil of Contamination...

Three Rebirths, seven Transformations, and twenty-nine Summonings!

Good, fair.

One on one.

A Heavenly Origin against a nest of rats and snakes!

He laughed silently, dragging the flagpole, striding towards the gaping darkness.

The darkness swallowed his figure.

Not to be seen again.

The earth shook violently, and above the firmament, the Burning Star Phase burnt through the darkness, once more suspended on high!

Moments later, the Wheel of the Crimson Star trembled violently, droplets of dark ink emerged out of thin air, rapidly spreading, spreading contamination, twisting, rewriting, until a grand figure shattered and scattered.

With a resonance from the Divine Essence of the higher-ranked Evil, a viscous rain of Mutated Transformation fell from the heavens, covering everything.

A myriad of thin threads, stretching in a single line.

Like a curtain, obscuring all.

But then, the curtain once again trembled violently from the silent maelstrom, boiling as it was, stirring, distorting, scattering in all directions, never to form again.

"The first one? That quickly?"

Tang Qian turned his head in shock, but soon, his expression changed, stunned.

The second one...

Boom!

The Holy Hall crumbled, a blood-red tornado shot out, spreading, rendering a vast expanse of scarlet, innumerable bone shards and flesh sprayed out.

And from the suppression of the higher-ranked Evil, the originally depleted telekinesis surged like a tidal wave once again.

No longer demanding precision and intricacy, recklessly squandering—even if it meant being entwined and ground into it, determined to spare no expense... even if it meant complete destruction!

The world stood still, the mutagenic rain frozen in its original position, no longer able to transform.

Then, a crisp shattering sound arose.

— The third!

In the dimness of the Holy Hall, the dome at the top thunderously collapsed, uncountable shards falling like a torrential rain.

The lights flickered, illuminating the Blood Sea Mud Plow.

A vision drenched in crimson.

All that could be seen was dismembered limbs, spilled blood, and collapsed ruins. Like a storm galloping past, wherever it went, everything Evil Foolish was crushed into mud!

At this moment, the last surviving Main Priest sat stunned on the ground, crawling backward with hands and feet, oblivious to blood oozing from severe wounds. He kept retreating until there was no escape beneath the sacred image!

No matter how he called, the divine power of the superior evils never revealed itself again.

As if they had been completely abandoned.

Cast into the true Hell by the gods they had worshipped!

All he heard were sounds like those from a deep nightmare.

Carefully, earnestly, meticulously, all the rebels were ground to dust, one by one, piece by piece, strand by strand…

"Hmm? There's another one…"

In the darkness, that hunched figure staggered forward.

Just so, carrying the broken blades that pierced through his body, he stepped over bones.

Covered in wounds, with faltering steps.

Crawling like, he waded through the blood, crossed over corpses.

Approaching him, step by step.

Until even his ghastly appearance was lit by the remaining light…

It was as if, with telekinesis, the shattered remains were forcibly stitched together to maintain integrity, eliciting action.

How many times it had been broken down and how many times had been pieced back together.

Beneath the intersecting fractures, the shattered organs had already been displaced, using rebar pulled from his twisted and broken legs for support.

Under the pollution of the Mutation, inky blood slowly seeped from the slit in his neck, dripping down, hissing upon contact with the ground.

But upon his exposed skeletal face, those two eyes burned with a Flame Light fiercer than Purgatory.

Staring intently at his last enemy.

"There's one more."

"Heh... Heh…"

The Main Priest struggled wildly, his eyes bulging, but his neck seemed to be constricted by an invisible clamp, tightening bit by bit, his wails and sobbing gradually ceasing.

Click, a soft sound.

And then silence.

Boom!

With the explosion of corpses, the Holy Hall wailed, its final pillars crumbling away.

Countless pieces fell, piling up, tumbling down past Tong Shan, but he never stopped moving, crawling over the mounds of bones and debris.

Until he trampled the broken sanctified image underfoot!

He had reached the highest point of the Holy Hall…

Looking back, toward the faltering world behind.

Under the shadow of the Vortex, the mutated rain surged, drowning everything.

The silent, decaying city was once again engulfed in turmoil, cries and laments rising like a tide, as if the apocalypse of the past was replaying.

Everything was gradually sinking.

Falling into a Hell never to see light again.

For a moment, his lips twitched, wanting to roar with all his might. But even with the loudest shout, no echo could be heard.

So, he held his breath.

With his last bit of strength, he raised the flag once more, towards the dark and turbulent world before him.

The tattered flag nailed into the sanctified image.

Despite the howling wind and the pouring mutated rain, the flag dyed red with the blood of Evil creatures unfurled again, fluttering in the wind like flames, emitting dazzling Flame Light.

Hereby, he declared to all:

— The Heavenly Origin Flag still stands tall in this world!

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