Chapter 175

The sky changed, shimmering with layers upon layers of Jin Guang, as if a pool of deep blue water had turned into brilliant golden liquid, rippling with light; the earth changed too—under the divine power of Lei Ting, the once grim, decaying land sprouted new life, all manner of auspicious signs appeared, and everyone was shrouded in holiness.

"Stop, Lei Ting. Hatred cannot solve problems."

God spoke, His divine voice echoing endlessly, transforming into biblical characters that swirled through this heaven and earth, searing into this place, purifying every soul.

Even those corpses consumed by hatred and malice changed—they were touched by holiness, their hollow eyes, once filled with vengeance, grew calm; hatred was washed away, their roars ceased, their grudges dropped, and some even knelt before God.

God's voice rippled; holy characters drifted.

The staggering hatred and yin energy of the United States vanished—all dissolved by Him.

One by one, the corpses dropped their spears and lances, staring blankly, as if contemplating whether to lay down their hatred…

"Hmph! If hatred cannot be solved, are you going to learn from your pathetic, cowardly disguise of beauty and mercy?"

Lei Ting shifted his body and let out a cold snort.

Boom!

Behind him, the heavens shattered outright; boundless divine energy surged forth like an ocean, drowning the entire cosmos—the United States became bloody, terrifying, and steeped in yin energy once more; the corpses' hollow eyes blazed with hatred again, the flames of revenge reignited.

But what was truly terrifying, making even gods and demons shudder, was the mountain of corpses and sea of blood rising behind Lei Ting.

This was no illusion—it was more terrifying than any illusion, utterly real, as if a crimson sea floated behind Lei Ting in the starry void, churning waves that drowned stars, surging tsunamis that obscured sun and moon.

Blood sea ebbed and flowed; great waves rose and sank.

Upon it floated mountains—mountains piled from corpses and bones: the bones of gods, the remains of demons, densely packed, freezing the soul with dread; to gaze upon the hollow skull bones floating above the sea was to feel as if those eye sockets stared back, ready to drag your soul out, to crawl from the blood sea and drench this world in blood.

Too terrifying.

"How many enemies did Lei Ting kill?" Director Takahashi's lips trembled.

The blood sea was Lei Ting's earliest battlefield—he slew too many, too many godlike foes, until his killing aura grew so heavy, his malevolence so thick, every movement radiated ferocity; to call him a god now was to call him a demonic deity.

Impossible to imagine how many enemies Lei Ting had slain to accumulate such overwhelming malevolence—even gods and demons feared it.

Visible now: divine energy saturated with malevolence surged forth, shattering the holy characters in the sky as if countless demons gnawed at them, devouring them alive—the sight was horrifying.

As they gazed upon the corpses in the mountain of corpses and sea of blood, fleeting images of their living forms surfaced, radiating terrifying ferocity; Director Hashi and others trembled violently.

"That… that was… 'the other side'…"

The mountain of corpses and sea of blood was Lei Ting's earliest battlefield; because he slew so many, the bones upon it were unquestionably the enemies the gods of the earliest battlefield had fought.

Of the earliest battlefield, no one on earth was not curious—everyone wanted to know what it was, to uncover what the gods fought there, who their enemies were.

And the answer had just been revealed in the seven angels' words to Lei Ting.

The enemies of the gods in the earliest battlefield were 'the other side'!

'The other side'—Director Takahashi and others were not unfamiliar with those three words; they had heard them more than once or twice.

They were the reason Japanese yokai and transcendents stood united, the reason yokai, gods, and transcendents hid and vanished from this world…

Now, the identity of 'the other side' had finally surfaced.

'The other side' was the root cause of the cataclysmic changes among Japanese transcendents, yokai, and gods.

They were also the enemies of the gods in the earliest battlefield!

Director Takahashi and others regretted it—they had never imagined the gods' enemies in the earliest battlefield were 'the other side,' and regretted having failed to notice 'the other side' when Lei Ting first triggered the earliest battlefield's phenomenon, focusing only on the gods and Lei Ting.

Now that the mountain of corpses and sea of blood had appeared, the world would not miss this chance—they stared fixedly at the sea, finally seeing 'the other side.'

'The other side' appeared in countless forms, resembling deities and monsters from every mythology, yet without exception, all were immensely powerful—equal to gods, even surpassing them, their might crushing millennia, as if endless, inexhaustible.

"Where do 'the other side' come from?" people online and across nations asked; no one could answer.

No one knew where 'the other side' came from, or whence they arrived.

Yet no one pondered this question—after seeing 'the other side,' their gazes shifted to God.

If Lei Ting was this, what would God do?

One could see that as Lei Ting's words rang out, countless believers' expressions changed—some glared in fury, some shattered mentally, some refused to believe, some…

But God did not change.

He acted as if he had not heard, smiling faintly, waving his hand to draw back the seven angels, while holy light infused with heavenly hymns thundered outward, blazing in all directions.

The shattered holy characters healed.

For a moment, divine holy light clashed with Lei Ting's malevolent divine energy, shattering the heavens, each side claiming half of Beimeizhou—like rivals in equal standing, yet not truly so.

The portion of heaven held by God was slightly larger than Lei Ting's.

This scene sent believers into a frenzy—they screamed like they'd been injected with steroids or drugged, chanting "God is eternal! God is omnipotent!"

Only Director Takahashi and others knew that the fatal wound on Lei Ting's chest had widened further.

The hidden injury prevented Lei Ting from reaching his peak strength; otherwise, he might not have been inferior to God.

They could not help but sigh.

Lei Ting had sacrificed too much for his people, leaving irreversible hidden wounds—but what of God?

Clearly, they did not fully believe the seven angels' explanation. As rulers themselves, they knew well the art of false compassion and false benevolence—they had used such tactics themselves, masking their weaknesses with ornate justifications, beautifying their disadvantages. It was a common trick.

Of course, God might truly be merciful, making a sacrifice of reputation—but they were mere observers, outside the truth; all they could do now was watch with their own eyes, listen with their own ears, gather more, and determine whether God was truly merciful or merely pretending.

At this moment.

Having rescued the seven angels and temporarily halted Lei Ting's encroachment on the United States, God sighed softly, gazing at the sea of blood behind Lei Ting and the terrifying thunder filling the sky—filled with sorrow and helplessness.

"Lei Ting, your valor in slaying enemies in the earliest battlefield is honored by the gods—you are a hero among deities. But you have slain too deeply, stained yourself with too much blood, accumulated too much malevolence. Now, the Aztec gods and Inca imperial gods have all perished, even your own people are gone. You have been driven mad by the malevolence upon you."

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