[Sponsored] Chapter 47: Blood God’s thoughts

[Sponsored] Chapter 47: Blood God’s thoughts

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Boom!

The sky was filled with rolling thunder and endless lightning, covering the vast expanse of dark clouds with a sea of thunder. The endless flashes of lightning exploded wildly, causing the space between heaven and earth to cycle between darkness and light.

On the ground, the hills suddenly shook with a loud roar, as if a major earthquake had struck. The mountains and the ground split open, and countless cracks spread wildly like a giant spiderweb. Animals and birds from within these cracks screamed in terror and fled in panic.

Instinct drove them to escape the dreadful forbidden zone.

At the source of all this, within the Temple of Eternal Night beneath the surface, Blade seemed like a cannonball smashing upward, hitting the wall of the second-floor stone cavern corridor, creating a huge dent. His entire body was embedded in the wall, soaked in filthy blood, with his face, chest, and all exposed skin horribly mangled.

It was as if he had been scorched by flames, ghastly and terrifying.

Especially his face, which was no longer recognizable as Blade's, resembling a dreadful demon instead.

Blade, embedded in the wall, vomited blood profusely. The blood flowed down his body and the wall, forming a pool on the ground. The severe impact and turmoil had severely damaged his body, especially with the massive loss of blood. It was a testament to his willpower and strength that he was still conscious.

Even so, Blade now realized that he had lost his ability to fight. Any movement caused intense pain in all the burnt and bloodied parts of his body, continuously stimulating his brain nerves.

Blade finally realized what kind of monster those two were.

He also understood why the Book of Death recorded the descent of the Blood God as a great disaster for humanity, with blood drowning the world.

An ancestral Blood God was simply beyond his ability to contend with.

He had confidently thought that although the Blood God was powerful, he could still fight it, even at the cost of his own life, to inflict heavy damage on the enemy. But now, he realized how wrong his assessment had been; he wasn't even close to being a match.

Firstly, there was too great a gap in their underlying strength. Blade was still using weapons like samurai swords, silver bullets, and garlic, which were supposed to be effective against vampires.

The Blood God also doubted whether he could kill this young monster unless he could cross dimensions and descend to Earth in his true form, which was utterly unrealistic. He could not violate the ancient gods' pact made on Earth; even if he did, he probably wouldn't have encountered this human boy.

Then he would have been killed by other ancient gods crossing dimensions.

Now, he was just a wisp of consciousness occupying this body, similar to how demons and angels possess the bodies of believers to descend to Earth.

His true strength was severely suppressed.

With this level of power, he had to consider not just whether he could kill his opponent, but how he might escape from him.

As for the Blood God's doubts, Bi Xiao completely ignored them. He leaned forward, his feet staggered slightly as he squatted, his gaze intently fixed on the Blood God. He had only one thought: to kill the Blood God.

"It's really absurd, who created this monster?" the Blood God muttered to himself, his headache intensifying. He was certain this human boy wasn't a natural occurrence. Humans couldn't naturally possess such power; their lineage was too weak, the weakest among all civilizations.

It couldn't have been a natural birth.

It had to be some god he had never seen, or beyond his imagination, who had handcrafted this spokesperson.

So the Blood God balked; he really didn't want to continue the fight. The cost and benefit were entirely disproportionate. He wasn't senseless; a fight with no benefits was a losing battle. If he lost, he would lose the body he had taken over.

And if he won, if he accidentally killed this human child, there might be a god standing behind this boy who could cross time and dimensions to kill him.

Killing a spokesperson would be like slapping the face of their master; not going mad would be strange.

He couldn't afford it, so he chose to avoid it.

With a snort, the Blood God prepared to cast blood magic to make a quick escape.

But just then, a radiant burst of brilliance flashed in Bi Xiao's eyes, and a tempest of psychic power swept through like a storm, unabashedly assaulting the Blood God's mind and will.