The God of the Dead turned his head and looked at the scene behind him, his heart pounding with shock. How could this native be so ruthless? He actually shattered the Nightmare God into pieces, even crushing his divine core. And he had the audacity to say it looked good…
These were the very essence of their divine cores.
No, he absolutely couldn’t die here—he must escape and warn the other gods.
Bang!
The God of the Dead fled toward the void, only to be abruptly blocked, as if he had struck an invisible wall.
When he finally saw what lay beyond the void, he realized there was a shimmering layer on its surface—an enchantment. These natives had actually sealed the void itself.
Already terrified by Lin Fan, the God of the Dead turned back and saw the native standing still, making no move to pursue. Roaring furiously, he unleashed wave after wave of divine power against the seal, but it remained unshaken, as if indestructible.
“No!” the God of the Dead screamed in rage, pounding his fists against the barrier. He had to escape—he absolutely could not die here.
He wouldn’t end up like the Nightmare God, dying a miserable death with no chance of rebirth.
This native was a demon—more terrifying than even they were.
Qing Ming Zuy looked at the scene before him, his heart pounding. “I never imagined he could be this strong. The Nightmare God was killed with a single punch—it’s terrifying.”
Buxin Zuy also sighed, “This must be the hope during the great calamity. But why isn’t he moving to subdue the God of the Dead now?”
The disciples were equally stunned.
They naturally knew who Lin Fan was—he was their idol, especially now. They felt a new sense of awe in their hearts. The mighty Nightmare God hadn’t even been able to resist Lin Fan for a moment. What kind of power did he possess?
At that moment, their previously tense hearts calmed, and they began to whisper among themselves.
“Do you think Lin Brother will deal with the God of the Dead?”
“Do you think he’ll punch him to death again?”
“I think that’s very likely. The God of the Dead desecrated the dead—he deserves to die.”
“Completely seal him away.”
…
At that moment, Lin Fan looked toward the distant God of the Dead, his heart calm and composed. Was he really going to let this guy escape? Of course not.
But killing him with a single punch would be too merciful. He needed to teach him a proper lesson.
Besides, right now, he wanted to forge a weapon.
Lin Fan estimated the distance between himself and the God of the Dead—it was about ten li. So he decided to forge the most powerful weapon in the heavens and earth.
He tossed all his divine forging materials into the Celestial Furnace, selected the type, and—
Buzzzz!
The Celestial Furnace trembled, and in an instant, the weapon was forged.
“God of the Dead, come here,” Lin Fan roared toward the distant figure.
The God of the Dead continued to slam his palms against the seal, but no matter how hard he tried, the seal wouldn’t break.
Seeing this, Lin Fan shook his head. If he wouldn’t come, then he’d just have to go there himself.
He took a single step and instantly appeared before the God of the Dead. The sight of Lin Fan sent a jolt of fear through the God of the Dead’s heart—he was already terrified.
“What do you want from me?” the God of the Dead asked, his voice trembling.
Lin Fan smiled faintly. “Nothing much. Just a little game between us.”
The God of the Dead felt like this native was a complete psychopath. If Lin Fan had just attacked and subdued him, it would have been over quickly. But now he wanted to play a game? What kind of game?
“What do you want to do?” the God of the Dead wanted to fight, but for some reason, he couldn’t bring himself to move. It was as if he knew that any attack would result in instant death.
Lin Fan gently raised his hand and swept through the air. The seal vanished instantly. He then crossed his arms behind his back and stood there. Seeing the seal disappear, the God of the Dead’s heart leaped with joy. He immediately fled toward the void—he had to escape.
Buxin Zuy and the others were puzzled. They didn’t understand what Lin Fan was trying to do. Was he really going to let the God of the Dead leave? If so, it would be like releasing a tiger back to the mountains—inviting endless future troubles.
Lin Fan gazed into the distance, silently calculating the distance.
Three li!
Five li!
Eight li!
Nine li!
The God of the Dead looked back and saw that the native wasn’t chasing him. His heart swelled with joy—he was finally escaping. In a blink, he would be thousands of miles away.
Puchi!
Suddenly, the God of the Dead came to a halt. The expression of relief on his face vanished, replaced by terror and disbelief.
He looked down and saw a massive blade piercing through his chest, exuding waves of destructive power. He turned his head and looked back. The native was still standing in the same spot.
But in his hands was now a gigantic blade.
Seeing that the attack struck true, Lin Fan smiled. “How do you like it, God of the Dead? My five-thousand-meter-long blade isn’t too bad, right?”
The God of the Dead looked at the native in disbelief, then spat out a mouthful of blood. “You’re mocking me…”
Lin Fan chuckled. “You’re smart. I’m just playing with you…”
“Ahh!”
The God of the Dead roared in fury, his heart filled with rage. He was a mighty god, yet he was being toyed with by a mere native. He would pay the price, even if it cost him his life.
Just as he was about to attack, Lin Fan’s five-thousand-meter blade suddenly moved. In an instant, the God of the Dead’s divine body was shredded. A soul core floated in the air, radiating dark energy.
Lin Fan was quite satisfied with his newly forged five-thousand-meter blade. In the future, as long as his enemy was within five thousand meters, he could instantly be cut down.
Buxin Zuy and the others shook their heads helplessly. Lin Fan was truly someone who couldn’t be judged by normal standards. Everyone else would be on high alert when facing a god, but Lin Fan treated them like playthings—it was simply exasperating.
He reached out and grabbed the soul core, crushing it in his palm. Another god had been slain.
“Ding! Congratulations on defeating the God of the Undead.”
…
His experience soared once again.
Looking at his experience, Lin Fan could feel himself drawing closer and closer to the Tianjun realm. Perhaps with a few more kills, he would reach it.
However, based on the current situation, it wouldn’t be easy to kill more gods after this.
After settling everything here, Lin Fan returned to the sect with Buxin Zuy.
A few days later.
Lin Fan noticed that the Infinite Continent had grown unusually quiet. The gods from the Moon Shadow Continent had stopped their movements. Even invasions had ceased. This puzzled him—could they be gathering their strength for a major counterattack?
To verify his suspicions, Lin Fan left the Tian Di Sect to search for the gods, only to find that they seemed to have vanished completely. Even the territories occupied by the Moon Shadow Continent were now sparsely populated, as if the gods had completely disappeared from the world.
When Lin Fan returned to the sect and told Geng Yang Tian and the others about this, they all felt that the situation was indeed grave.
They couldn’t believe that the gods from the Moon Shadow Continent would simply leave. There was only one possibility—the gods of the Moon Shadow Continent were already gathering their strength.
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