The thick grey fog, like maggots burrowing into flesh, seeped into Grek’s cloak and penetrated the openings of his ears, eyes, and mouth, becoming pathways for its erosion.
"’Grey fog, you shameless external god! You cannot kill me!’" Grek’s eyes turned crimson, veins bulging on his face.
An eight-clawed Demon Eye, glinting like gold, emerged from between his brows. Its light-brown vertical pupil swept over the area, twisting the surrounding restraints.
From beneath his cloak, an arm of the Great Ape King shot out, wielding a massive Golden Double-Bladed Axe! "’Kneel, for I am the Golden Monarch!’" An astonishing aura erupted from Grek. The surging shockwaves, like blasts of steam, sent the Gray Mist Cultists flying!
This Golden War Axe is a Treasure! Chu Yi’s eyes brightened. A Treasure could twist rules. To some extent, it was viewed as a fragment of an Evil God’s authority, containing a trace of rule-altering power. It allowed Grek to forcefully struggle against the grey mist, but only for a moment!
"’Ghost Slash!’" Chu Yi uttered, his expression cold. His Soul Erosion rate surged rapidly; he was essentially becoming part of the grey mist. By releasing the Master of Grey Mist, the higher his Soul Erosion rate climbed, the more his strength skyrocketed. He raised his left hand, aimed at Grek, and clenched his fist.
His entire left arm swiftly mutated. Shadows writhed like countless frantic dragons roaring, swirling like wolf smoke as they rushed fiercely towards Grek.
"’Great Ape King Spear!’" Grek roared. A black-furred arm swiftly enlarged and thickened, eventually transforming into a pure black steel limb that smashed a twisted, grey-white, frenzied dragon. This was a special skill from the Great Ape King, capable of unleashing enough destructive power to demolish a skyscraper!
"’Gana’s Technique!’" A pale hand emerged from Grek’s cloak, rapidly casting a spell. Illusions of lightning storms and tidal tsunamis descended one after another!
"’Poison Swamp Technique!’"
"’Million-Ton Tyrant Fist!’"
A series of Pet Beast Skills manifested from a flurry of limbs, their combined explosive momentum already surpassing the Gold level! If he weren’t suppressed by the grey mist, which diminished his Golden Power, he could have leaped to the Dawn Star level!
I knew you had this trick. Having used the Prophecy of Time, Chu Yi was already prepared. A golden, cross-shaped light suddenly blazed in his left eye, and a clock chimed.
The next moment, the Doomsday Clock descended.
The six-eyed Dragon of the End, devourer of worlds and shatterer of order, awakened. Its dragon eyes narrowed slightly, then erupted with a crimson radiance.
"’What?!’" Grek witnessed a forbidden sight: endless shadows and tentacles writhing, turning his thoughts into scattered foam. He was unable to think, unable to move, unable to speak... As the Doomsday Clock’s twelve markers moved from the nascent zero hour, the world plunged into Time Stop.
"’Master of Grey Mist,’ Chu Yi said coldly, ’you wouldn’t want to face the arrival of a God of Flesh and Blood, would you?’"
In the withering Golden Domain, there was no answer. Only the twilight, fractured sky transmitted incomprehensible howls—like a baby’s wail, the rustling of insects and serpents, the whispers of evil ghosts... The God of Flesh and Blood was maddened. It issued a warning, threatening the Master of Grey Mist.
However, a blurry silhouette of a squid-like figure gradually became clearer. It towered thousands of feet tall, reaching the sky. Beneath its grey robe were countless, densely packed tentacles spreading in all directions. The Master of Grey Mist had manifested!
A concentration of grey mist transformed into several indescribable, frenzied dragons. Issuing rustling murmurs, they pierced through Grek’s dragon-spine-like torso.
[Evolution Points +370]
Chu Yi’s pupils contracted. He had harvested so many Evolution Points!
Moreover, Grek’s torso discharged a mass of Pet Beast Souls, enough to fill a skyscraper. They seemed to have been forcibly melded together, transforming into a twisted, mutated Sewn Monster.
Empowered by the grey mist, Chu Yi’s Ghost Hand transfigured into an indescribable monstrosity. It seized this mass of souls and temporarily stored them in the Kitchen.
Regrettably, Grek’s corpse, along with those Gold-level materials, had turned into a pile of ashes. Only the Golden War Axe remained, which Chu Yi collected.
Huh, these can still be extracted? Chu Yi mused. What am I supposed to do with ashes? Make some banquet dish? Ashes-mixed rice?
The next moment, the Master of Grey Mist manifested countless crimson eyeballs, layer upon layer, all focused on Chu Yi.
As soon as his Soul Erosion rate reaches its maximum, I will kill this Blasphemer, it thought.
[Current Erosion Rate: 97%]
The process was originally meant to be delayed until 100% erosion. However, the Master of Grey Mist was even more unwilling to witness the arrival of the God of Flesh and Blood. In terms of rank, it couldn’t defeat the latter. What if it got eaten? The titles Star Ripper and Devourer aren’t just for show, are they?
"’A clean execution, Master of Grey Mist.’" Chu Yi, clad in a profound robe, glanced up at the towering Master of Grey Mist. An expression of pity mingled with a gleeful smile at the corner of his mouth.
Upon hearing this, the Master of Grey Mist looked down at the ant before it, its demeanor as calm as the sea, yet hiding a terrible madness and frenzy beneath. The Star Track Mark was on the verge of shattering; it could no longer seal the Master back.
Dozens of masses of grey-white mist instantly transformed into a giant abyssal maw. Layers upon layers of sharp teeth, sinister and bizarre, circled Chu Yi, grotesquely twisted. A silent decree of death in the name of ashes.
Chu Yi remained nonchalant, slowly raising his left hand.
"’The summoning has stopped, and the Demons have ceased their attack! What exactly happened?’"
"’That second Evil God, the one harnessing the grey mist... It’s the Master of Grey Mist!’"
"’It seems Grek was taken down by the Master of Grey Mist? This... this is absurd!’"
"’Hahahaha! Heaven doesn’t want me to perish!’"
"’Oh, thank you, grey mist! Listen to me when I say thank you! Because of you, the four seasons are warm...’"
Qin Shi and the other military leaders looked visibly excited. The Evil Gods’ internal strife was good news for them!
"’No wonder the Supreme Council doesn’t try to completely eradicate even the weaker Evil God Sects. There’s a deeper meaning to it!’" the Beast Taming Branch President exclaimed, clapping his hands in sudden realization. "’The Evil Gods’ purpose is to dominate an era! True Gods are unique. As long as their sects aren’t pushed to the brink of extinction, they’ll naturally fight amongst themselves!’"
"’No, that’s just a coincidence,’" a female Golden Beast Tamer, who also served as a historian, explained. "’The God of Flesh and Blood is the most frenzied, having devoured many deities, which is how it earned the title of Star Devourer.’"
"’Even if two great Evil Gods were to descend, they would inevitably fight each other. The Master of Grey Mist wouldn’t be foolish enough to let a Hunter in.’"
"’The peculiar thing is, how did the Master of Grey Mist descend in the first place?’"
As the crowd was discussing, something shocking suddenly occurred. The military quickly activated a viewing mirror, reflecting a distant corner of the battlefield.
In the deep, sea-like, rolling grey mist, a lone, thin figure in a profound robe stood confronting the Evil God, exuding a chilling aura of danger.
Around him was a field bathed in golden light, where the Gray Mist Cultists had been turned into golden statues.
This is... the onlookers thought, stunned. A human? Whose side is he on?
The Master of Grey Mist unleashed a torrent of chaotic grey fog, pronouncing a death sentence upon this insignificant human.
And at that very moment, under everyone’s gaze, the figure in the profound robe raised a hand.
To be precise, he raised a single index finger.