At that moment, Shen Kangren ground his teeth, fury practically erupting from his eyes.
He had already considered using the blood and flesh he’d pulled back in to reform into a blade and strike the beast from within—a tactic that had never failed him before. Yet this divine beast seemed immune. All the blood and flesh he fed it vanished without a trace or response. That, more than anything, unnerved him. If it continued, perhaps this creature really would devour him completely.
“You—what exactly are you?”
“Who, him? That’s Xiao Bai. You can also call him the White Deity—he deserves the title!”
Ye Yu’s silhouette appeared in an instant, Wu Kai standing pale beside him. The latter had been horrified by the massacre of the Wuzhong Mountain clan. Not a single peer remained alive—only their lord, Taishi Xiaxin, whose gaunt form signaled he might soon join the dead. Summoning his courage, Wu Kai dashed forward, dragging Taishi Xiaxin away without a backward glance.
Shen Kangren paid them no mind. His eyes never left Yinghuo and Yu Buxia—until they, too, vanished from his view.
Yinghuo and Yu Buxia hadn’t fled; they were at Ye Yu’s side. Though Yu Buxia had led the way, she halted first and made way for Yinghuo, who rushed forward and threw her arms around Ye Yu.
“I knew it! You’re alive—you had to be alive!”
Yinghuo’s excitement left her breathless. Yu Buxia said nothing, standing quietly as the background to their reunion.
Ye Yu gently patted Yinghuo’s back, his eyes soft with relief. Xiao Bai chuckled: “Congratulations to Big Brother and Second Sister on your reunion! Second Sister, °• N 𝑜 v 𝑒 l i g h t •° don’t just stand there—let me take a picture with my Memory Stone, to celebrate your happiness!”
“Second Sister?”
Ye Yu’s brow furrowed in confusion. Yu Buxia blushed furiously. “Don’t listen to Xiao Bai—he’s talking nonsense!”
Before she could finish, a rough voice cut in.
“You worthless fools—do you even respect me? Showboating your reunion here? I’ll devour you right now if you don’t stop!”
Shen Kangren’s roar shook the earth. He had never been so disrespected since breaking into the Divine Lord Realm. Were these ants mad?
“I don’t believe you—if you’ve got the guts, try me. Let’s see who eats whom faster!”
Xiao Bai stepped forward, thumping its flat belly with supreme arrogance. Ye Yu, Yinghuo, and Yu Buxia exchanged impressed glances—only Xiao Bai would dare.
But then Ye Yu noticed Shen Kangren’s aura: he truly was at Divine Lord Realm level, far beyond what he’d been in the dream. How had he grown so much stronger?
To be safe, Ye Yu sent a thought to Xiao Bai: “How are you holding up? Want to finish him off, or should I find you some antidote?”
“Big Brother,” Xiao Bai replied, “if I could finish him, would I be yapping with you? Honestly, I’m about to burst. I really need to vomit!”
Ye Yu’s heart sank. He knew well how formidable Divine Lord power could be. The only reason Shen Kangren hadn’t attacked was fear of Xiao Bai. If Xiao Bai puked, he hadn’t truly devoured him—and Shen Kangren would risk everything, killing them all. So Xiao Bai mustn’t vomit.
Before Ye Yu could dissuade him, Xiao Bai’s belly trembled—and then—
“Ugh!!!”
Like a waterfall from the skies, Xiao Bai vomited the blood and flesh he’d just eaten. Shen Kangren’s shock gave way to peals of mocking laughter. So the beast had been bluffing. He had even considered retreat—until his “nemesis” collapsed first.
“Hah! Impressive creature, but ancient god or not, you’re nothing to me!”
Leaping into the air, Shen Kangren flooded the mountain range with fresh waves of blackened blood and flesh. Obedient to his will, countless tendrils surged toward Xiao Bai, Ye Yu, Yinghuo, and Yu Buxia.
“Xiao Bai, hang in there—you can’t chicken out now!” Yinghuo and Yu Buxia cried.
But only one sound answered them:
“Ugh!”
Xiao Bai was still vomiting, its resolve broken. Ye Yu’s blood ran cold: Yinghuo and Yu Buxia had exhausted their divine power, and now Xiao Bai was incapacitated. The only hope was Ye Yu himself—but a New God Realm cultivator fighting a Divine Lord Realm fiend seemed suicidal.
He had to act—and fast. A daring plan flashed through his mind. Drawing a repeating crossbow, he pulled the trigger. Three thousand bolts streaked forward, carving out a vacuum in the blackened carnage.
This was Evil God Termination (a reward from his dream)—the more malice in his foe, the deadlier its strike. A supreme weapon against evil gods.
Shen Kangren eyed the crossbow and laughed. “A fine artifact—but you really think that’ll kill me, ant?”
He spat the word “ant” with scorn. Clearly, he thought a New God Realm cultivator could never slay him with a mere weapon. Unsheathing the crossbow, Ye Yu did not intend to rely on it alone.
He strode forward confidently. “You still don’t get it—who’s the real ant here? Think devouring a bit of flesh makes you invincible?”
Shen Kangren’s brow darkened at those words, uncertainty flickering in his eyes.
