The evil blood was thick and viscous, mixed with both cold and scalding temperatures, and splashed on Liu Fuguang's face like some kind of twisting living thing.
His pupils kept shrinking, and in a thousandth of a second, or even shorter, he had figured out the key.
— “It doesn’t matter if this supreme goodness is inappropriate.” “If you don’t want to be a supreme good anymore, then just stop doing it.” “When the supreme evil disappears, you will naturally not be a supreme good anymore.”…
Words and promises from the gods.
He repeatedly reiterated that he did not want to be the most kind anymore, and Yan Huan shed tears and agreed with him. Since the reputation of being the most kind was shaky and the most evil also vouched for him, how long could his soul trap the inner demon
There was no time to think further. The roar of the inner demon echoed throughout the world. He uttered ancient maxims, some of which even Liu Fuguang might not understand. The dragon language was like thunder, and Yan Huan responded instantly!
They simultaneously displayed the characteristics of the Zodiac True Dragon. Infinite black arms and legs burst out from the surface of Yan Huan's skin, like dragon scales extending all over his body. His nine eyes were like connected spines, forming a line at the position of the spine, protruding like floating islands. The inner demon had ferocious horns, sharp teeth and fangs crisscrossing across its chest, a single eye embedded in the head, and every strand of wildly dancing black hair was a strong tentacle as strong as a whip.
The two humanoid beasts fought viciously at one place. The inner demon's arm was still stuck in Yan Huan's back, but was torn into pieces in an instant.
At that moment, Liu Fuguang had to hold his breath, because breathing had become impossible. The death battle between the two god-level combatants stirred up countless storms of birth and death in the sky. They frantically absorbed all the energy around them, so that they could kill their opponents faster and more fiercely.
The magma of Chishui jumped and gushed rapidly, then cooled rapidly, turning into black rock that was forever dead. The energy of the fire element was being absorbed by them without leaving a trace. After they left, there would be no more life in this place, let alone temperature. All that remained was an endless dead land.
"Take him away!" the inner demon roared, "Keep your promise!"
The God of Drought quickly came back to his senses, opened his giant lava hands and grabbed Liu Fuguang. Yan Huan let out an indescribable howl, like the roar of a tsunami and an earthquake. This sound was the embodiment of hatred, madness, fear... and many other emotions.
"Go ahead and fight, don't worry about me!" Liu Fuguang yelled back, just like a jade butterfly that had accidentally found itself in a rock fire, lightly and gracefully avoiding the attack of the God of Drought.
Zhishan seldom takes action, and even if he does, he doesn't need to use any weapons. But the enemy he has to face at this moment is the God of Drought, who is the successor of the ancient Nüba. In today's world where Shintoism is almost extinct, the other party is no different from a true god.
Liu Fuguang faced the bloody giant and glanced at the dry and scorched ground. So he rolled up his sleeves and slowly reached down.
The ground was covered with the most evil blood, some from the inner demon, some from Yan Huan, and countless scattered body parts. As soon as his white fingertips touched the ground, the black tar-like blood began to swirl and the body parts also swirled and gathered. Finally, Liu Fuguang took out a long-bladed black knife that looked like a sword, but with a single-edged blade.
"The sword is a gentleman's weapon. I never knew when Zhishan would learn to use a knife." The God of Drought laughed.