Night Without End

Chapter 1683: Chapter 665: Open the Door_2

Only by raising his own Taoist cultivation was the true path, and also the most reliable.

Within a few days, Qin Ming saw Alien Species slaughter their way into villages, and even savage beasts breaking into towns.

This stretch of highland was truly Wild, ordinary folk found it hard to live.

"The supreme ruler of the entire highland is an Old God. Every household must offer sacrifices to his Divine Position and show him reverence. But in recent years, the Old God has grown increasingly irritable, started slaughtering his believers, even devouring people on a large scale."

Two more days passed, and Qin Ming personally witnessed a bloody scene.

Dozens of miles away, violent currents of air surged. In the night sky, a withered, skeletal gigantic hand appeared, covering a fairly large ancient town beneath it.

Qin Ming stood on a tall mountain, gazing out, piercing the Night Fog. He clearly saw that hand, mottled with age spots, its fingernails like iron hooks, mercilessly descend.

In an instant, the entire ancient town exploded into pieces, blood mist billowing.

An old face, twisted to a near-pathological degree, utterly hideous, took a deep breath in the darkness, sucking vast amounts of Blood Essence and Life Souls into its mouth and nose.

This was the God of that Highland, decrepit to the extreme, yet ever more violent, directly devouring an entire town’s populace.

By the time Qin Ming discovered it and thought to intervene, it was already too late.

Unable to endure it any longer, he silently hurled out a Thunder Spear, which pierced the night and exploded with a deafening roar.

Then, he attached himself to Old Bu and traversed horizontally toward the distance.

In the night sky, dark clouds surged, blood mist steamed. That twisted face turned to look at the mountain peak where Qin Ming had originally stood, eyes sinister, expression vicious.

In a flash, that skeletal hand crushed the Thunder Spear, and the other hand grabbed toward Qin Ming’s former foothold.

A Ye God, also called God Mao in Ye State, had changed his life form in the Sixth Realm and ascended to a Divine Position.

"So this is the true state of affairs everywhere..." Qin Ming was helpless. If he charged up there, he would only be throwing himself away as fodder; he was no match for that Ye God.

The Divine of this highland was so old he was falling apart. Now, acting in anger, he even coughed violently in succession, and ended up suffering a blow himself.

Qin Ming realized why this Highland God had become so brutal—his days were numbered. In this special grand environment, many old monsters could no longer hang on.

This Ye God was merely one example among them, not hesitating to slaughter a town, using Blood Meal to replenish his Origin.

Clearly, devouring ordinary people did not extend his life much, but as long as there was the slightest effect, such old monsters would never give up.

Suddenly, Qin Ming felt a jolt of horror. That skeletal hand, which covered the whole small town and was wreathed in dense blood mist, abruptly exploded.

At the same time, a chill, ghostly aura swept across heaven and earth.

"Ah..." the Ye God screamed.

On his face, age spots were densely packed, spelling out sheer terror. His expression twisted even further; strong as he was, after being ambushed, he hadn’t even glimpsed his enemy.

He struggled violently, trying to flee this place.

However, he discovered he couldn’t break free, his neck clutched, his head seized, by an invisible gigantic hand.

"No!" He let out a desperate roar, burning himself, unleashing the strongest strike of his life.

At the same time, he could no longer maintain a human form. Blood and flesh writhed, his shape completely changing, his entire body turning into tumorous flesh, beast claws, Feathers, and other appendages sprouting from his skin.

This was a Ye God that had altered his original life form, becoming ever more hideous, using it to push his power to the limit.

Yet it changed nothing. His body burst apart, and even though his Divine Soul rushed out the instant he died, it still could not escape.

Even so, his death-struggle and willingness to self-destruct his Origin had some effect, forcing part of his opponent’s form to reveal itself.

In the night sky, a gigantic hand manifested in partial outline, its entirety showing a charred black hue.

Qin Ming’s heart shook violently. What kind of monster was this, that could actually pursue him all the way here?

He had been cautious enough, yet still couldn’t shake it off.

One must know, along the way, the broken cloth had clearly isolated his Qi Mechanism.

In addition, Qin Ming sensed this being’s terrifying power—especially with the Ye God beside him as comparison, it became all the more evident.

To crush a Ye God in one grasp, this life-form had to at least be a top-tier powerhouse of the Seventh Realm.

He crushed the Ye God and obliterated its Divine Soul, then actually extracted a small arc of electricity, reassembling it into a Thunder Spear.

This made Qin Ming in the distance feel as if he’d fallen into an ice cellar; this monster might be even more powerful than he had imagined.

That Thunder Spear had already been destroyed, yet he could still Returning to the Origin, manifest it anew.

This inexplicable existence clearly wanted to use the Thunder Spear to further pinpoint the true target.

Then Qin Ming saw a gigantic hand sweep across the night, large enough to cover a city, boundless in size, raking through the Void like it was scooping for fish.

If someone else were merely recounting this scene, it might not seem much. But being in it personally, experiencing it firsthand, was something else entirely.

Qin Ming only felt his heart tremble. His Spirit Body, attached to Old Bu, broke out in goosebumps; this scene was simply too terrifying.

If that unknown monster scooped him up, there’d be no good end for him.

If not for the Exotic Gold Cloth severing him from the world, the consequences would be unimaginable.

That gigantic hand, carrying a ghostly chill, swept across this stretch of night tens, even hundreds of times.

"What is that?"

"Heavens above, such a colossal palm, I..."

On the ground, in the nearby towns and villages, everyone was aghast. Many women and children fell on their butts, bodies trembling.

To them, that seemed like a world-ending hand, covering the entire night sky.

Boom!

Suddenly, a brilliant golden Fierce Sun rose sideways into the heavens, blocking that gigantic hand. It was equally vast and boundless, enough to contend against it.

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