Feeling the spirituality and divinity surging wildly within his body, Yin Yang finally understood the joy of being a villain.
This rapid growth in power was so intoxicating that even he felt himself becoming slightly addicted to it.
The blade-wielding ghost was still doing its best to stall the Flesh Mountain, but the gap in their strength was truly immense; its efforts were having a negligible effect.
‘Slow, too slow.’
‘At this rate, I won't be able to accumulate enough spirituality before it reaches me.’
‘I need to move the altar!’
The moment the thought surfaced in Yin Yang's mind, the altar began to vibrate. In the next instant, the altar suddenly rose higher!
The lantern-carrying ghost had forcibly hoisted the altar onto its shoulders!
It sprinted forward with all its might, the shadow of the altar blotting out the sunlight. However, the altar was far too heavy, and since the ghost had yet to recover its internal organs, it couldn't sustain the weight for long.
Yin Yang gritted his teeth and continued the sacrifice, his ritual dance becoming even more wild and frenzied!
As time passed, the humanoid thousand-eyed monsters grew fewer and fewer. In their place, independent eyeballs began to appear.
These eyeballs were only the size of a fist, moving rapidly and nimbly on the nerve fibers trailing behind them.
The entirety of Huanggang had been transformed into a sea of eyeballs!
The vast majority of them were swarming toward the Flesh Mountain, while a smaller portion pursued Yin Yang.
The lantern-carrying ghost's pace slowed as it carried the altar. This was partly due to the rapid consumption of spiritual energy and partly because the altar was growing larger with every passing second.
Despite this, it continued to push forward, enduring the weight.
It knew very well that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for Yin Yang.
People often said there would be another chance next time.
But that wasn't true!
Yin Yang knew it, and his summons knew it too.
True opportunities only came once or twice. If you seized them, you could rapidly elevate yourself and escape the mire of your surroundings.
If you missed them, they were gone forever, and you would never know if a second chance would ever come.
And this current opportunity was absolutely worth risking everything for!
Boom!
The lantern-carrying ghost's back bent even further. It could no longer take full strides and was forced to shuffle forward inch by inch.
With every small step it took, more cracks appeared in the ground beneath it.
It was giving everything it had.
Sensing its emotions, Yin Yang’s voice grew even more thunderous.
“Commence the Rite!!!”
Yin Yang’s dance became increasingly uninhibited, as streaks of blood mist drifted out from the folds of his sacrificial robe.
This blood mist gradually transformed into a gust of wind that blew out in all directions.
The grotesque eyeballs caught in the red wind froze instantly, then violently exploded!
But this time, their flesh did not merge into the altar. Instead, it too transformed into red wind, continuing to sweep across the surroundings.
Beneath the mask, blood leaked from Yin Yang’s eyes, nose, ears, and mouth.
This red wind had drained nearly ninety-nine percent of his spirituality, leaving his head spinning with bouts of dizziness.
Ultimately, Yin Yang was still only a Sequence 8. No matter how powerful he was, there were limits.
The red wind grew stronger, fueling his battle with the battle itself.
By sacrificing the power of the eyeballs, Yin Yang’s spirituality began to recover rapidly.
Boom!
The lantern-carrying ghost finally collapsed under the weight.
The altar crashed back to the ground. Yin Yang stumbled, but he forced himself to stay upright.
He could finally see the Flesh Mountain—the evil god's manifestation!
It was now a hundred meters tall, its body covered in a dense mass of eyeballs and fleshy tentacles as it crawled forward bit by bit.
Though it appeared sluggish, its actual speed was not slow at all given its massive size.
Wherever it passed, it left behind pools of blood. This blood was highly corrosive, eating holes into the very ground.
The residual blood then transformed into more eyeballs that hurried to catch up with the Flesh Mountain.
The distance between them had closed to less than five hundred meters. Yin Yang could even smell the overwhelming stench of blood emanating from it.
Buzz—
Countless eyeballs flew toward Yin Yang like a massive red cloud!
These bizarre eyeballs had actually developed the ability to fly!
Yin Yang snapped his staff and drove the jagged end deep into his abdomen, twisting it violently. A wave of agony surged through his body, straight to his skull.
Blood leaked from the corners of his mouth, and the expression beneath his mask was like that of a hungry ghost.
“I sacrifice my current pain in exchange for three seconds of peak spirituality!”
The moment he spoke, the pain vanished instantly, and his spiritual energy was restored to its full capacity.
“Sacrificial Wind!!!”
Yin Yang began to dance once more. Blood flowed steadily from the wound in his abdomen, yet he remained completely indifferent to it.
As the blood fell upon the altar, it transformed into streaks of blood mist that merged into the surrounding red wind.
The wind roared abruptly!
It engulfed the flying eyeballs, blowing them apart one by one!
The distance between the two sides had shrunk to only four hundred meters!
The stench of blood grew even heavier. Waves of unimaginable negative emotions crashed against Yin Yang’s will, attempting to crush and assimilate him.
Yin Yang, however, let out a wild laugh.
“Hahahaha!”
“You want to use these emotions to drag me into hell? You don't realize that I’m someone who crawled back from hell in the first place!”
“Hahahaha!”
Yin Yang’s laughter grew louder. After three seconds, the pain returned.
The intense agony distorted his expression, and his voice became strained and warped.
“Wind, rise!”
Splat!
Yin Yang reached into the wound in his abdomen and forcibly tore it wider.
His entire body convulsed, and the pain surged through his mind like a tide.
“Aaaagh!!!”
With his howl, the wind grew even more violent!
Countless eyeballs were ground into dust. Their flesh returned to the altar, and their power was converted into divinity.
Yin Yang’s spirituality was skyrocketing!
Buzz—
Fleshy tentacles reached for Yin Yang. The Flesh Mountain had come within a hundred meters of him—well within its attack range!
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
A rain of fire suddenly descended from the sky—the arrows of the Red-Haired Ghost!
Swish!
The blade-wielding ghost leaped into the fray, its zhanmadao whistling through the air as it hacked through every reaching tentacle!
Yin Yang’s vision momentarily went dark, and then his spirituality reached a new level.
He had a powerful intuition that his spirituality had already reached the standard for promotion.
As long as he drank the promotion potion during the ritual, he would break through to Sequence 7!
His efforts had not been in vain; he had seized that sliver of opportunity.
Just then, a giant ghostly hand reached out for Yin Yang.
Yin Yang reached down and twisted the surface of the ground. The altar was instantly pulled back into the Hidden Vault, along with several eye monsters.
Grab!
The ghostly hand snatched Yin Yang and swiftly dragged him into the nearby shadows.
It was the lantern-carrying ghost!
“Roar!!!”
The Flesh Mountain let out a deafening roar as more and more tentacles lunged toward Yin Yang.
Under its influence, Yin Yang felt a bizarre, intense itching all over his body, as if his skin were about to split open at any second!
At this critical moment, he slapped the 【Traveler's Badge】 onto a door. He opened the door and vanished, his movements so fluid and coordinated it was as if they had been rehearsed a thousand times.
Boom!!!
Countless fleshy tentacles slammed into the alleyway, reducing it to ruins.
“Roar!!!”
The Flesh Mountain looked up and roared again. It could sense that the person had escaped!
...
Outside Huanggang.
Four people were drenched in sweat as they pedaled their bikes. Lu Ming couldn't help but speak up.
“Dad, can’t we find another kind of vehicle?”
“Shut up! The Divine Envoy often rides these things; there must be a profound reason for it!”
The family lowered their heads and pedaled furiously, moving further and further away.
...
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