As time passed, he could already vaguely sense when he would be forced to log out.
When facing major incidents, this amount of time was clearly far from enough.
What a pain.
So for now, he would apply one last push. If that didn't work, he would have no choice but to act immediately.
“Can you take a nap right now?” Xu Mo made a highly insolent request to Bai Feifei in his mind.
“By the time you wake up, all of this might already be over.”
Bai Feifei: ?
“Why don't you just knock me unconscious instead?”
Xu Mo twitched his lips. In the end, he could only focus his attention back on Zhulong.
Easier said than done. If I could knock you out, wouldn't I have done it already...
At this moment, Zhulong was already a drawn arrow on a bow; there was no turning back.
His failed attempt to mobilize the power of the Heart of Reality just now meant he had already sacrificed himself to the Mother Goddess. He was a dead man walking.
He was now like a burning torch, with only one final burst of power left in him.
Staring at Sinking Black, the last shred of sanity on Zhulong's tattooed face burned to ash.
“Kill... Aaaaaah!”
He roared to the heavens, both of his heads unleashing inhuman howls. His massive, two-headed, four-armed body lunged forward, pouncing toward Sinking Black!
At the same time, some of the beastkin also squatted down in agony, clutching their heads and screaming miserably. As if under mind control, they were forced to charge along with him.
To him, this was a suicide run, a desperate charge.
This death-defying charge gave him a touch of tragic heroism, making it hard to tell who the actual villain was.
Before he died, he wanted to feel for himself just what kind of power the members of this organization possessed.
But his sudden charge left Xu Mo with no other choice.
“Damn it, you just have to make things ugly for everyone.”
He cursed inwardly but was forced to act.
Black energy exploded from his heart. With a forward flick of his right arm, the condensed pitch-black spear shot out instantly like a missile.
Its target was the dead center of Zhulong's chest—the densest point of the red meridian lines highlighted by the Killing Machine.
The spear tip tore through the air, its piercing shriek painful to the eardrums. Wherever it passed, the ground was plowed into a deep trench by the violent energy.
Soil and gravel sprayed to both sides like shrapnel from an explosion, punching bullet-like holes into the charging beastkin!
At the same time, Xu Mo swiped his other hand over his storage ring, and a brilliant golden light erupted.
—S-079, the Crown of Time Lag!
As the magnificent golden crown emerged, ripples of golden light spread out, warping the flow of space-time around them.
Wherever the light touched, time was slowed down by ten thousand times.
The flying gravel glided gracefully through the midair, resembling bullet time.
Many who experienced this state for the first time wondered in astonishment if they were hallucinating.
Zhulong's movements and roars were stretched into an infinitely elongated, low-frequency hum.
Yet even under a ten-thousand-fold slowdown, his movements remained the fastest among everyone present!
His violent body continued to push forward resolutely, like an ant struggling through resin.
But his efforts were worthless before an Old-Timer.
Even within the ten-thousand-fold slowdown, the Prophet's terrifying power remained suppressed, and the pitch-black spear pierced through his chest completely unimpeded!
Squelch!
The spear impaled his chest, its tip protruding from his back and dragging out a plume of thick, dark-red blood mist that was slowed down countless times.
At that moment, he actively deactivated the Crown of Time Lag's effect.
Though Xu Mo remained standing on the spot with his hands behind his back, the sheer violence of this strike had nearly exceeded what Bai Feifei's physical body could withstand.
After all, that was a strike that pierced a Prophet's body!
The instant time returned to normal, Zhulong's body violently doubled over.
Torrents of blood gushed from the wound. His two-headed, four-armed body swayed a few times before his knees buckled, and he knelt on the ground.
His aura instantly plummeted to rock bottom, and the red meridian lines across his body faded completely.
The spear was positioned perfectly, causing the subsequent energy supply from the blood vessel to become intermittent and halting his body's self-regeneration.
Under the highlight of the Killing Machine, this strike had been absolutely critical.
Zhulong was not dead, yet the onlookers could not suppress the overwhelming shock in their eyes.
In their eyes, even with two transformations and the amplification of the Evil God's blood vessel, the powerful Zhulong had still been easily brought down by a single spear from Sinking Black!
They even believed that the space-time freeze and the slowdown of everything around them had merely been done to allow them to witness this slaughter with absolute clarity.
How utterly brutal.
Half-kneeling on the ground, Zhulong stared at Sinking Black with eyes full of resentment and bewilderment.
Yet what no one knew was that this seemingly overwhelming Old-Timer was currently facing a crisis of his own.
Over the past few minutes, to prevent Sinking Black from showing any weakness, he had practically been posturing at the cost of his own life.
Frankly, Bai Feifei had done well enough. It was only because she kept his Sanity locked that he could unleash his strongest state to his heart's content.
Dammit, this Zhulong guy is surprisingly hard to kill!
No, I'm really about to log out. I can't risk it.
If I revert to Bai Feifei right here, all my progress in this game will go down the drain. It'd be a total loss if I don't get the Evil God's blood vessel!
Sinking Black's pitch-black spear remained embedded in Zhulong's chest. Instead of stepping forward to land the killing blow, Xu Mo simply raised his head and looked past the crowd in a certain direction.
He Jinfan was standing next to a pile of rubble, grinning foolishly behind his mask, when he noticed the black-armored figure looking directly at him.
“There has been a change of plans. I will go secure the blood vessel,” Sinking Black spoke, his voice maintaining its deep, raspy, authoritative tone.
“I'll leave the cleanup here to you.”
The smile on He Jinfan's face instantly froze.
Leave it to me?
Leave what to me?!
Without giving him any time to accept or refuse, Sinking Black slammed a fist into the ground.
Boom! A massive crater erupted in the red soil, as if a giant dragon had stomped on the earth.
Dirt and rocks erupted like a fountain, kicking up a thick screen of dust and sand that obscured everyone's vision.
In the next second, out of everyone's sight, Xu Mo scrambled underground. The armor plates turned ethereal and vanished, his body instantly reverting to Bai Feifei's appearance as control was handed back.
Bai Feifei: ?
Her mind was still in a daze when she suddenly regained control of her body.
Before she could even react, a massive clump of dirt rained down from above, splattering all over her face and head, and even sending a few grains of sand into her mouth.
She spat repeatedly to clear the dirt from her mouth. Her surroundings were pitch-black, littered with rocks and buried corpses that gave off a foul, nauseating stench.
What is the meaning of this? What happened now?
What am I supposed to do?
“What is going on?!” she hurriedly asked in her mind.
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