It vibrated its ossein wings a hundred and twenty thousand tis within two seconds.
The high-frequency sound waves, like invisible knives, sliced through the pool of blood and dove towards the corpses on the shore.
However, no sooner than three feet did the sound waves travel before they dissolved into faint musical notes and then stretched out into a long, fading tone.
Baphot stepped forward, stirring a wave of blood, ready to strike again with the other ossein wing.
But was t with a crackling sound of bone snapping section by section and falling into the pool of blood.
Realizing sothing was amiss, it looked up to the sky where the golden dots still hung tens of thousands of ters high, unmoved.
Baphot, feeling sowhat lucky, decisively raised its claw, planning to smash Zhao Ling’s corpse into mush, but the next second, the bulky arm detached from its body and flew away.
Startled, it then helplessly floated upwards, its robust ungulate legs gruesoly ripped from its loins along with the flesh, causing it unbearable pain and continuous bleats.
"Hey, hey, hey!!! Ahhh!!! I was wrong!! I was wrong!!!" Baphot wailed.
But the invisible force continued to pull at its body, quickly reducing it to a rod.
Just when it thought it was over, its chest and belly were also ripped open, black pus and intestines gushing out, dangling from its massive fra above the pool of blood, turning it into a grotesque totem.
Baphot’s black blood mixed into the pool, reacting with Wei Tianyang’s blood causing the thick blood to begin boiling as if coming to life, slowly stirring.
Now utterly unable to speak from the pain, and to extract more blood, the invisible force continued to tornt its enlarged body, tearing its muscles into strips and chunks right before it, grinding them into mince, and then mixing with the black blood dropping them into the pool.
Half an hour later, Baphot’s body was worn down to just a goat’s head. It opened its eyes, not knowing whether it was dead or not, its pink tongue uncontrollably hanging out of its mouth.
From a distance, Rada Gan observed silently, eager to know what would happen in the end.
By then, the blood pool had ford a vortex, the central water level began to drop, while the waterline at the shore started to rise.
The continually churning currents soon overran the three corpses, dragging Zhao Ling and the others into the mix. The pitch-black pool began to boil, the temperature rising, and emitted a sweet, fetid sll resembling amniotic fluid.
Rada Gan covered his nose and stepped back slightly, seeing indistinct things in the pool.
After a while, the vortex in the pool slowly ceased, the boiling surface cald, the sll faded, and the thick blood unexpectedly began to clear, turning from a thick soup into pure black ink.
Rada Gan slowly approached again, noticing the goat’s head tossed aside like trash on the shore, facing him directly.
"Rada... Gan, oh... Rada Gan... help quickly, I feel like I’m dying... but still haven’t... I don’t know what’s happening... help , lift my head and get out of here..." Baphot shockingly spoke.
Rada Gan scoffed, "Were you just trying to challenge Wei Tianyang?"
"You saw it, I failed, failed again, I will never challenge Him again... I have completely accepted my place now, I beg you, Rada Gan... hold and leave, this place is too terrifying..." Baphot pleaded.
"Who would believe your lies now? Huh? You were initially trying to manipulate my relationship with others, now overestimating yourself, ending up beheaded, and still have the nerve to ask for my help? You even tried to kill just now!" Rada Gan said.
"I was impulsive at that mont..." Baphot said.
"Perhaps I should turn you into gold and offer you to Wei Tianyang as a bedside ornant," Rada Gan said.
"Please, I am very useful, you won’t regret it, don’t turn into gold..." Baphot said.
Rada Gan heard bubbles rising in the blood pool, glanced sideways, and saw a black figure slowly rising from the blood pool.
He saw it clearly, it was a giant, akin to one made of black steel, standing 9 ters tall, its entire body wrapped in armor that resembled patches. It was impossible to distinguish whether it was muscle or skeleton. It stood up, silent, proud, its head tilted back, its chest and abdon imnsely broad. When it spread its latisimus dorsi muscles, they resembled a pair of steel wings! Its pectoral muscles appeared as if made from four pieces of forged steel breastplates, its twelve-pack abs were terrifying, together with the steel muscles on its sides, they ford a staggered and robust structure. Those iron-gray-colored thighs seed as though they were equipped with engines used in fighter jets. Just standing there, it exuded an imnse sense of oppression. On that smooth iron-gray bald head was a handso face, whose features Rada Gan recognized imdiately, taking only 2 seconds to realize, this giant was Kui Kui Ge.
"Kui Kui Ge..." Rada Gan exclaid, surprised.
At that mont, a second figure rose from the blood pool, petite compared to Kui Kui Ge, but still standing 5 ters tall. Unlike Kui Kui Ge’s consistent iron-gray and black color sche, it was dark red, possessing a seductive female figure with voluptuous breasts covered in a deeper red chitin breastplate, a beautifully defined eight-pack on the abdon, and a delicate pink flower blooming at the navel. Its long hair was like deep green willows, large flowers of flesh sprouting on both of its shoulders, and its thighs were strong. A dense green, willow-like bristle covered its lower body, and on its face were two pairs of eyes, with another two arms sprouting from its back. That delicate face was paired with a cold expression. Rada Gan recognized her; she was Zhao Ling.
Next, a third figure rose up, standing 6 ters tall, covered entirely in white chitin scales, its handso face as sharp as a dagger. The long white scaled hair hung down to its chest, each strand shimring with the silver of a blade’s edge. It wasn’t as muscular as Kui Kui Ge, but it could also be described as strong, with blades of cold light rising continuously on the outside of its arms, a pair of bayonets also sprouting at the knees, its entire figure resembling a sword. Rada Gan knew he must be Cha Na.
These three figures rose from the blood pool, knelt in the direction of Rada Gan, inexplicably.
At this mont, Baphot could see that amidst the golden glow, Wei Tianyang was standing on the shore, right in front of Rada Gan.
"So... so this is the final step... Is this part of your plan?" Baphot said.
"I have been thinking, what step was missing," Divine Power Tianyang said with a smile, "Dear Baphot, I thought for a long ti, until last night, I finally realized that both you and I are the key. The missing final step is your blood, Baphot."
Baphot looked at the Shadow of God; the light was too dazzling for him to look directly.
"So... I also indirectly helped you... let go... for the last ti, I sincerely swear to you, I will accompany you as a pet, until the end of this great narrative... please... take with you..." Baphot said.
"It is not ti to punish you yet, Baphot, although you should have died long ago," Divine Power Tianyang said.
He looked toward the three knights, who were waiting for his command.
Wei Tianyang turned to the Red Knight, "Zhao Ling... go back to Yin Country, deal with those courtiers as you see fit, and then, replace , beco their king."
Zhao Ling nodded with a smile.
He then looked toward the White Knight, "Cha Na, go to Earth Sea, to your holand, end all the wars there, replace , beco their king."
Cha Na set his face in a grim expression, clenched his teeth, and thumped his chest.
He finally looked at the Black Knight, "Kui Kui Ge, return to Etolia, go back to Pei Guode, guard our holy city, replace , beco their king."
Kui Kui Ge tilted his face up, giving Divine Power Tianyang the most respectful smile.
Then, he turned to Baphot, "Now, I have to do one thing, and you, can help."
With that, Baphot’s head flew up and soared into the black blood pool, and within seconds, he transford back into that goat-headed demon, his huge figure slowly approaching, snorting hot steam from his nostrils.
When it ca before Wei Tianyang, it knelt on one knee and bowed its head.
"Now... my king, what are you going to do?" Baphot asked respectfully.
"I am going to retrieve my soul," Divine Power Tianyang said.
After saying this, the Shadow of God, taking Baphot with him, turned into a streak of golden light, flying towards the sky.
At this very mont, Rada Gan looked at the three knights, "He... Where is he? Where is Wei Tianyang?!"
The three knights did not respond to him, they walked out of the blood pool, ignoring Rada Gan, to fulfill their missions.
Rada Gan understood, he had been abandoned...
He clenched his teeth, and without removing his clothes, he plunged into the black blood pool, expecting to endure excruciating pain, but other than soaking his trousers, nothing happened.
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