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Wanfang is currently only Tier Four, yet his strength is probably infinitely close to Tier Three. By borrowing the Blood Moon, he can control the spatial changes of this world, which is no different from a God.

In such a situation, even Su Changxing felt suffocated, a faint sense of powerlessness, even despair.

The gap in strength between the two sides was too great, so great that he couldn’t get close to the spatial channel right before his eyes.

Only Jin still wore a relaxed expression, with a cool smile, and said beside Su Changxing’s ear: ”If we can’t run, then we don’t run. If we’re going to die, we die together.”

She probably also knew that Su Changxing might not be able to go back.

She snapped her fingers.

Dozens of spots of white light opened up at the mouths of the surrounding regions—violent explosions that covered the Blood Moon’s monsters upon contact, yet still couldn’t shake the Blood Moon.

Though Jin was not an Extraordinary, she had been unknowingly growing stronger and stronger, and now actually possessed strength close to Tier Five.

As for Shen Xuan, she already had Tier Five strength. You could tell just from how she had punched the woman in red into the City of Decay earlier.

This was very abnormal.

Su Changxing had long realized that normal humans couldn’t just grow stronger for no reason, constantly growing stronger, like ever‑expanding planets.

Normal humans also wouldn’t split into three completely different individuals, with different personalities and different Power, yet occupying the same body.

He suspected Jin had another identity: a monster from the Abyss, or rather a human from the Abyss.

The City Lord of Thundercloud City had once mentioned these monsters from the Abyss to him. They might be humans, animals, plants, or some other things, but they all shared one trait: their strength continually increased as time passed.

This increase came without any omen and without any reason, even Extraordinarys couldn’t compare.

However.

These monsters from the Abyss did have a limit. When their strength reached a certain level, they would enter a self‑immolation phase, likely unable to withstand their excessive Power and thus stepping into self‑destruction.

As for the Abyss itself, it was an extremely mysterious place. Some had gone there, but no one had ever returned. Even a Divine Spirit, if it fell into it, would meet only one end: annihilation.

Su Changxing looked at her and said seriously, ”I won’t die, so you can’t die either.”

It was a very earnest instruction; he felt somewhat uneasy, as if Jin were drifting farther and farther away from him.

”Any ideas?” Jin turned her head to look at the colossal Wanfang, whose form was not fixed, constantly changing: sometimes like a giant human head on a sheep’s body, sometimes like a writhing octopus.

Ordinary people who saw such a scene would likely have their very Spirit twisted along with it.

Su Changxing took out the Book of the Dead from his breast and flipped it page by page: ”Right now he can manipulate this space. He’s gained control over this heaven and earth; his Domain is fusing with this world’s rules.”

”However, he only reached this level by relying on the Blood Moon. We have to assault the Blood Moon, weaken the Blood Moon’s influence on this world, to have any chance of breaking free from the spatial shackles. Otherwise, it’s impossible to walk back the road home.”

Once Wanfang’s strength advanced further, stepping into Tier Three, then even with his Immortal Ability, he would be toyed to death by the other.

The gap between Tier Three and Tier Four was greater than the gap between Tier Four and Tier Nine—that was the difference between Divine Spirit and mortal.

”Come forth, my Calamity Legion!”

Su Changxing held the Book of the Dead in both hands and shouted, pouring Faith into it. Countless ghostly blue flames appeared all around, including that City of Decay formed from the living dead.

With Su Changxing’s summons, countless Undead surged forth—skeletons, zombies, ghouls, Witch Demons, Walking Dead, Zombie Dragons, Death Knights...

The howls of the Undead spread across this land, rising and falling. The pitch‑black aura belonging to the Undead also continued to condense.

As more and more Undead appeared, they autonomously spread outward, submerging the monsters of the Blood Moon.

Seeing this, Wanfang threw back his head and let out a roar. The whole world seemed to undergo some kind of change. Massive numbers of Blood Moon monsters appeared within the mist and began a slaughter with the Undead Legion. Their numbers also grew rapidly, soon no fewer than the Undead.

The monsters of the Blood Moon came in all shapes and forms, and their combat power surpassed the Undead Legion by a notch, creating crushing superiority in every aspect.

Relying on continuous summoning, Su Changxing just barely had the Undead Legion withstand the Blood Moon monsters’ assault. In mere seconds, hundreds of thousands of Undead turned to ash, while tens of thousands more reappeared in the City of Decay.

Space kept trembling. A gigantic cloven hoof descended from the sky and crushed the entire City of Decay, and the ground itself shattered into pieces.

”Su Changxing, you’re like an ant right now—what can you possibly do?”

Wanfang laughed as he spoke, with a playful tone. He knew it would be hard to kill Su Changxing in a short time, so he wasn’t anxious.

Su Changxing naturally didn’t fear him. He felt his very existence was probably for this battle today. He recalled how Huang Biao used to talk about fate all the time, and how he hadn’t believed in so‑called fate, yet in the end had no choice but to believe.

All of this was too strange.

What is the future? Only amidst the apocalypse do people yearn for a future.

As long as Wanfang lived, Blue Star had no future. Perhaps most people were striving for a so‑called future, yet most of that striving was futile.

Futility is not without meaning; futility itself is a kind of meaning.

As large numbers of Undead entered this world, assaulting the Blood Moon’s influence upon it, Su Changxing seized the opportunity, grabbed Jin, and instant‑stepped toward the Bronze Mirror.

”Trying to run?”

Wanfang understood Su Changxing’s intent. A terrifying expression surfaced on his face as he waved a hand. A colossal cloven hoof descended from the sky and crushed that Bronze Mirror, actively severing this world’s link to Blue Star.

Su Changxing was a bit surprised; he hadn’t expected Wanfang to take the initiative. He looked back at Wanfang: ”You really don’t want to let me go, huh?”

Wanfang said calmly: ”You’re a tremendous threat that must be eliminated. Even I, as the Original Blood Species of the Blood Moon, find you too bizarre. An Immortal Ability? Is that an Ability humans should possess?”

”As for that world, it will be devoured by the Blood Moon anyway. It’s just a matter of time. After waiting so many years already, there’s no rush for a moment more.”

”Haha, Su Changxing, you can beg me. Beg me, and I might just spare your life.”

To him now, he practically possessed endless lifespan. Time was just a number. Anything that could be done with time was no big deal.

Su Changxing sneered coldly: ”You do the filthiest things, yet don’t allow anyone to be cleaner than you?”

”I’m not like you. Even if I die, I won’t submit to these monsters. You call humans weak and lowly, yet I believe humans can also be noble and free.”

Perhaps the most ordinary humans possess the freest souls. They are untouched by any Extraordinary influence and are the purest humans.

It wasn’t that Wanfang himself was so evil; rather, almost anyone who reached his position would likely make the same choice.

This was the choice of a Saint, not Wanfang’s personal choice.

Since the channel had been completely destroyed, he couldn’t send Jin back anymore. There was no retreat, only figuring out how to kill Wanfang.

Under the Blood Moon’s influence, the vast majority of people in this world had already turned into monsters of the Blood Moon. Even powerful bodies showed signs of aberration.

Jin, in such circumstances, displayed not the slightest abnormality, acting like someone totally fine.

”That big monster is coming.” She watched the colossal Wanfang stride toward them step by step, the ground trembling in his wake.

Su Changxing’s expression turned grave. He took a small Bell from the Pocket Galaxy and handed it to her: ”Run backward, then ring the Bell one second later.”

He had seen that Wanfang’s target this time was not him but Jin. He once again expanded the size of his Domain; Dusk and blizzard intertwined and swept in.

”Okay.”

Jin didn’t hesitate. She took the Bell and turned to run, in the blink of an eye covering more than half a kilometer. Immediately after, a colossal cloven hoof slowly descended from the blood‑red sky.

At that moment, she rang the Bell. Her figure vanished from where she’d been and reappeared beside Su Changxing, barely dodging the strike.

Only, visible cracks appeared on the Bell. The Blood Moon’s rules kept pressing down upon it; after one use, this Bell was almost scrapped.

Seeing Jing Jinran evade his attack, a trace of displeasure flashed in Wanfang’s eyes. To him, this was a form of humiliation: wanting to kill a bug, yet having to strike twice.

The Blood Moon in the sky grew larger yet again. The heavens looked even more dark red, as though blood flowed across them, almost about to drip down.

Another colossal cloven hoof slowly descended from directly above, smashing toward the spot where Su Changxing stood.

A Golden Body Ancient Buddha with hundreds of arms rose up behind Su Changxing, stretching out its arms to try to block the slowly descending hoof, but the arms shattered one by one, like a praying‑mantis trying to stop a chariot.

Just as the hoof was about to land on the ground, it stopped in midair.

Starlight blazed.

A Star Spear fell from high above, piercing through Wanfang’s body and nailing him to the earth.

Su Changxing had seen this Star Spear before.