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Listening to Wu Song’s slow and leisurely words, not just the Wugong Clan Chief, even Hu Ma was dumbfounded.
What the hell is this Great Evil Spirit, a freaking Madman...
His heart even trembled slightly. I told you not to slack off and do sothing serious, but I didn’t ask you to create such a massive disaster...
As he thought, he couldn’t control himself. His heart pounded as he glanced into the forest outside the valley. As the silhouette of the Witch God they had worshipped disintegrated, the group of Witches slowly revealed themselves.
They knelt in various parts of the forest. The residual Mana from worshipping the Witch God persisted and, due to so kind of fear, was eager to draw sothing from these Witches.
But it couldn’t obtain anything.
These Witches, who had been constantly kowtowing, suddenly froze. As the gentle, soothing flute music of Monkey Wine played, their already pale faces lost even more color, and their eyes turned hollow one by one.
Soon after, from the center of their foreheads, bright red worms began to erge. They left bloody traces as they squird softly; the sight even possessed a bizarre, horrifying beauty.
However, the once vibrant forest now fell into a sudden, deathly silence.
Like flipping a switch, the Witches in the forest died, quietly and soundlessly.
Watching this scene, even Hu Ma felt his heart sink. If Monkey Wine had been enraged and, in a frenzy, decided to harm these Witches, perhaps even Hu Ma himself would have tried to stop him, to persuade him.
There was no other reason: there were too many people—an entire clan of hundreds of n, won, and children. Moreover, they were his own kin.
However, Monkey Wine wasn’t killing to vent his anger. Before appearing in the valley, he had already planted gu in the Witches in the forest. By the ti he revealed his intentions, these Witches were already dead in his eyes.
This fellow had appeared in the valley rely to inform the Wugong Clan Chief that all his clansn were already dead.
Death can instill panic; the sudden disappearance of a living thing creates a sense of void, especially when hundreds die so silently.
Hu Ma felt his heart clench. He watched the people in the forest before the valley slowly collapse, and saw even the lingering ancestral shadows, which had been kowtowing beside them, rapidly dissipate as they lost their connection to the living.
THUD. THUD. THUD.
It was as if wind that could sweep across mountains and great rivers had been trapped in a confined space; the sound of it colliding recklessly suddenly rang out.
It was the Witch God hidden within that giant shadow in the forest, struggling desperately. The deaths of the Witches and the dispersal of the ancestors had rendered its vast and complex body like a tree without roots.
It struggled desperately. But the more it struggled, the faster its body disintegrated. Its flawed, massive form broke into pieces, and those pieces dissolved, lted, and evaporated bit by bit in the forest.
Is this Witch God really about to be killed?
Even Hu Ma found it sowhat amusing at this mont, watching this colossal being crumble and dissolve before his eyes. His heart churned with indescribable emotions...
He certainly hadn’t been slacking off. He had used "Entering the Mansion Shousui" as a suppression object and borrowed Mana from the Ghost Walking Altar. He had flown the banner of the Red Lantern Lady, even tricking an old guardian Shousui into acting as his shield. Wielding a Wooden Sword and treading the Seven Stars Step, he had managed to fight this terrifying Witch God to a standstill, even gaining an advantage.
But to actually *defeat* this Witch God? That was impossible. Just managing to hold on was a victory.
And then you, Monkey Wine, just went and extinguished it, using such a thorough thod that it was utterly destroyed, its very essence scattered.
So, what’s the difference between us?
Hu Ma had to admit, he was a proud man, but this ti, he truly conceded defeat.
It wasn’t just defeat; the gap was enormous—as vast as the distance from here to Mingzhou!
But why was the difference so vast?
Was it because I’m not crazy enough?
His heart overflowing with shock and an unexplainable mix of complex emotions, Hu Ma watched the collapse of the Witch God and the dispersal of its Mana outside. He took a deep breath and suddenly shouted, "Little Hongtang..."
"...Quickly, grab a jar!"
If it were him, he probably couldn’t have done such a thing. But even if he couldn’t, Monkey Wine had. So, what could he salvage from this?
...Don’t let it go to waste!
When the green-clothed Evil Ghost was killed, it left behind a piece of green cloth, which was now tied around Little Hongtang’s arm. After the Five Evil Ghost was slain, it also left behind several black bones, which were quite useful.
These evil spirits and demons possessed abundant Mana before being killed, and it wouldn’t simply vanish into thin air afterward. Most of it would disperse, but they would always leave sothing useful behind. So how could this Witch God be wasted?
Unfortunately, while this entity was alive, it lacked a specific True Spirit that could be held and constrained. Now that it was dead, it seed to be nothing but masses of malevolent aura. Hu Ma could only try to salvage what little he could.
Luckily, Little Hongtang reacted quickly; or perhaps, she was just very astute when it ca to such matters.
Hearing Hu Ma’s shout, she imdiately dashed into the wooden house. After a frantic search, she ran back out, balancing a jar on her head.
Hu Ma took the jar and removed the stopper. Then, he pulled a talisman from his pocket, lit it with a Fire Stick, and stuffed it into the jar. Imdiately, threads of the vast, boundless, dispersing malevolent aura from outside the valley were drawn into the jar by him.
It was just such a pity...
Looking out beyond the valley, Hu Ma felt an unspeakable regret. What he had managed to draw into this jar was already considered rare and valuable.
But outside, it was like an entire lake of it...
That lake was evaporating, drying up, and all he could preserve was this single jarful...
No, wait...
As Hu Ma gazed outward, his heart filled with regret, he suddenly paused. An unexpected scene unfolded before his eyes.
As the giant body collapsed, the forest—littered with broken branches and leaves after being battered all night—seed to writhe and co alive. It ravenously absorbed the essence evaporating from the Witch God, even taking on a demonic quality.
But these mountains, trees, and rocks were only absorbing a superficial portion. Hu Ma, still within the altar, his senses keen and the flow of energy currents perfectly clear to him, felt sothing else stirring, reviving from beneath the earth.
It was a mountain range, half above ground and half subterranean. These were not ordinary mountains, but a bizarre and massive symbiotic at mountain range—or perhaps, Master Tai Sui itself—absorbing and devouring these dispersed substances.
Vaguely, Hu Ma could even sense that a portion of the massive, unharvested black Tai Sui was subtly transforming after absorbing these dispersed materials.
Transforming into white? Green? Red?
In any case, they were becoming more active substances.
This discovery made Hu Ma’s heart sink slightly. People in this world are accustod to harvesting Tai Sui, extracting its mysterious power. But could it be that Tai Sui itself has always been harvesting certain things from this world?
Is it just that the process is so vast and slow that it’s normally undetectable, only becoming clearly visible at a special ti like this?
"Kill him, Wuya! You must kill him!"
At the sa ti, in the valley, the Wugong Clan Chief, teetering on the brink of utter despair and madness, used the chirping of insects to transmit her last words, "This Madman is here in person! This is the easiest ti to kill him! You must kill him!"
"Avenge our clansn!"
"He’s not your brother! He’s not Wu Song! He’s an evil spirit! He’s a demon!"
As her mother shrieked, Wuya painfully straightened her body. Dense energies surged and collided around her. The entire valley filled with gu insects, flying and biting, instantly transforming the blood food mine into a scene from hell.
She seed to have completely lost her sanity. Her limbs twisted like those of a giant insect as she charged straight at Wu Song on the hillside. Earlier, she had rely been directing gu insects to attack, but now, she herself had beco a gu—a humanoid gu insect.
And at this mont, Wu Song was indeed at his most vulnerable.
Beneath his loose white robe, one could see that his chest and arms were covered in scars and holes.
Although the Wugong Clan Chief had half-transford into a gu insect, she still knew Wu Song’s greatest weakness: he was afraid of insects. That was why he had once dug out all the insects from his own body and thrown them far away.
Gu people often cultivate a personal gu insect, using their own bodies as armor. This is because gu people generally lack close-quarters combat skills; being approached often puts them at a disadvantage. Thus, they raise an insect in their bodies as a last resort, a final ans to strike back.
Only Wu Song was different. Despite his formidable Gu Technique, he didn’t raise gu insects on his person. Therefore, if anyone managed to get close to his physical body, he could be easily killed.
"Father..."
At this, Wu Song, still on the hillside, didn’t even glance at Wuya. His face held an unreadable expression, and his voice, almost a murmur, said softly, "You seem very angry, don’t you?"
"It’s truly strange. Only now, in your current state, do you make feel as if you’re a True Man."
"Are you angry because that thing outside died, or are you angry because all the clansn perished?"
"Now, only the three of us remain in the clan. I don’t believe in the Witch God, and you... you’re not quite human anymore. So, Wuya should have been the so-called Witch God’s last believer, shouldn’t she?"
"But you drove Wuya to her death. So, theoretically, wouldn’t that an you personally killed the very thing you worshipped most?"
"Madman... evil spirit..."
The Wugong Clan Chief did not look towards Wuya. The gu insect she was possessing was laboriously crawling towards the ore veins. In her fading consciousness, she still couldn’t comprehend the scene unfolding before her.
How could this Madman be so terrifying? Every ti I thought I had grasped the extent of his dreadfulness, he would reveal power far beyond my imagination!
If he were truly my son... how wonderful would that have been?
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