Chapter 466

Tang Yuhan's eyes were completely black, the blackness swirling like a vortex.

Just seeing it made one's blood surge.

But these eyes were useless against Tang Luo; when they met, Tang Luo's face remained calm and composed.

He seemed like an immovable mountain.

The corrupt blood was merely holding a person with a small iron shovel, unable to dig even a stone, only able to loosen the soil.

Zeus's face grew solemn, this monk...

Tang Luo approached the corrupt blood unhurriedly.

The black blood swirling around the corrupt blood grew increasingly violent, striking the Liuli flame that trapped her, the two colliding.

A large amount of black mist formed.

This time, the black mist did not vanish directly, but condensed into a black spear, piercing through to break the Liuli flame and stab straight at Tang Luo's chest.

At the same time, Zeus clenched his right hand, and thunder sparked in his palm.

He caught a bolt of lightning in his hand, his body arched back like a taut bow, his suit exploding to reveal bulging muscles.

Full of power and majesty.

The lightning in his hand vanished with his throwing motion.

Crossing the short distance between them in an instant, it appeared directly above Tang Luo's chest and slammed down hard.

In an instant, blinding white light covered Tang Luo's position, and the surrounding gods and demons could see the space around him twisted.

Scorching heat locked onto a region, violently destroying everything within.

Within this white light, one thing remained strikingly visible: the black spear formed by the corrupt blood.

Zeus's "Thunder Spear" did not cause the corrupt blood's condensed weapon to vanish quickly.

The white light had not yet faded, and the thunder continued to rage.

Suddenly, a hand appeared on the black spear—a hand with clean, slender fingers, looking very handsome.

This hand grabbed the black spear, gathered it, and clenched into a fist.

Amid the thunder, the spear instantly turned into a blob of black liquid, then into a black mist, vanishing.

The surrounding white light also vanished together.

Faintly, some electric arcs could be seen flashing around the palm, then disappearing.

Having crushed the spear and extinguished the thunder, Tang Luo didn't even glance at Zeus, continuing toward the corrupt blood.

Ignored, Zeus's eyes flashed with a hint of anger, then replaced by a sheet of white light.

His hair instantly turned into blinding lightning, and his entire body was encased in a layer of dazzling white armor—completely made of lightning.

His frame swelled again, becoming over three meters tall, and the lightning in his hand condensed into a solid scepter.

At the top of the scepter, a cluster of light shone brightly, making it look like a giant hammer.

"Die!"

A low roar came from Zeus's mouth as his figure vanished from the spot.

He left behind a road made of electric arcs, appearing beside Tang Luo, looking down, and brought the staff down!

Zeus had realized that the monk before him was the strongest and most dangerous among the three "people."

Therefore, he did not hesitate to set aside his dignity as "God King" and "Father of the Gods," joining forces with the corrupt blood to eliminate this enemy first.

Well... Zeus, this god, was never a true pillar of heaven and earth.

For him, joining with humans to gang up on someone carried no pressure at all, especially since the fate-holder was not the original fate-master.

The corrupt blood clearly shared the same thought: whoever posed the greatest threat, it would deal with first, following instinct.

In this, they were in complete agreement with Zeus.

But surrounded by Liuli flames that trapped it, the corrupt blood could do very little.

Compared to Zeus's lightning and thunder, these Liuli flames were the true, uncrossable "thunder pool."

The black vortex in the corrupt blood's eyes spun faster and faster, trying to use this method to stir Tang Luo's blood.

"You'll have your turn later—why the rush?"

Facing their combined assault, Tang Luo finally turned his head to glance at Zeus, then raised his hand and struck.

A three-meter-tall palm appeared.

The Liuli Nirvana Great Hand Seal instantly landed on Zeus.

Or rather, it looked as if Zeus had actively slammed into a door-like palm.

The hammer-like scepter shattered violently, and Zeus's lightning armor also broke apart, turning into electric arcs that coiled around him, unable to solidify.

His mighty body flew backward like a torn ragdoll, crashing hard into the ground.

A spreading sheet of electric arcs trailed behind.

His over-three-meter frame quickly shrank back to just over two meters.

Zeus supported himself with one hand, lifted his body, his face full of shock.

The twelve chief gods of the Divine Alliance were likewise, faces filled with horror!

One strike—just one strike—had wounded their supreme god, Zeus?!

Zeus flying backward and hitting the ground did not affect Tang Luo's steps, or rather, from the start, his attacks had never truly disturbed Tang Luo's actions.

He had already arrived before the corrupt blood.

The corrupt blood opened its mouth and let out a piercing, soul-piercing shriek.

"Revere the blood!"

No longer a low murmur, it sounded like tens of thousands shouting in the ears, in the mind, in the body, in the depths of the blood.

A death-defying, resentful, furious howl!

"Pfft!"

A large number of gods and demons walking the path suddenly vomited mouthfuls of fresh blood, collapsing onto the ground.

Beneath their skin seeped a dark hue — their blood boiling, restless, out of control.

Even more people had fresh blood burst directly from their bodies, forming blood-colored blades that attacked Tang Luo.

Like falling rain.

The Glazed Pure Robe on Tang Luo trembled slightly; ripples spread out, smashing those blood-colored blades into blood foam.

Only then did a drizzle of blood truly begin to fall from the sky.

Behind Corrupt Blood, a pair of blood-colored wings suddenly erupted, formed entirely of fresh blood, flowing, like a blood angel descending to the mortal world.

This pair of blood wings devoured the Glazed Flames encircling his sides… or rather, completely guided them onto themselves.

Boiling, burning.

At the same time, Corrupt Blood's figure violently retreated, intending to leave.

Too bad Tang Luo was already right before him; he raised his hand, five fingers joined together, forming a hand-blade, instantly piercing through Tang Yuhan's chest.

Tang Yuhan's body shuddered; the black vortex in her eyes stopped spinning.

The black in one eye rapidly receded.

While the other eye remained filled with black.

Tang Luo withdrew his hand, gripping a still-beating heart in his palm.

Unlike the black Corrupt Blood, this heart was distinctly golden, surging with golden blood!

This was the true core of Corrupt Blood.

Those black and red bloods were at most blood contaminated by Corrupt Blood.

Looking at the heart formed of golden blood in his hand, Tang Luo curled his five fingers tight; the heart exploded into a mass of golden blood.

The next second, Tang Luo opened his mouth and swallowed the mass of golden blood still surging in midair.

"..."

"..."

Clearly a simple act of opening the mouth and swallowing, yet it gave one a sense of whale-like swallowing that drank the world dry.

"Can this thing heal injuries?" Ao Yulie asked quietly beside Zhu Bajie, "Why do I feel like eating it would screw myself over?"

"Definitely can." Zhu Bajie said, "Even if only one percent can be absorbed for healing, it's a profit; otherwise why would Master eat it?"

"Just purely wanting to taste the flavor?" Ao Yulie mused.

"Uh… doesn't seem impossible either?"

"Still want to hide?" After swallowing the golden Corrupt Blood, Tang Luo looked at the slowly falling Tang Yuhan and reached out to grab.

Caught her.

She, who had appeared dead, suddenly struggled, but alas was firmly gripped by Tang Luo, completely unable to resist.

Lowering his head to aim at the wound from just now, Tang Luo opened his mouth again.

Corrupt Blood still had some remnants hiding within Tang Yuhan's blood, and every drop of her fresh blood belonged to Corrupt Blood.

The best method was to perform a complete blood exchange.

Otherwise, she would forever remain Corrupt Blood's host — and as Corrupt Blood's power dwindled to its lowest, she would turn into those mindless black beast-men.

"Gulp…"

Golden light sprinkled over the two, sustaining Tang Yuhan's life force.

Not letting her die during this blood exchange.

Warm, faint golden light, a pale face, and Tang Luo's bloodthirsty devouring behavior formed a massive contrast.

Giving an indescribably eerie, twisted feeling where beauty and cruelty coexisted.

Half a minute later, Tang Luo raised his head, released his grip; Tang Yuhan slowly fell to the ground, the black clothes on her body already receded, revealing her original wrinkled clothes.

Though unconscious, her breathing was stable, clearly no longer in mortal danger.

Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, Tang Luo looked at Zeus: "Now it's your turn, come on."

"Rest assured, this poor monk is only interested in your fate fragment."

The words barely fell when Zeus suddenly transformed into a giant eagle formed entirely of lightning, instantly soaring into the clouds.

Gui Water Yin Thunder struck his body, blurring the spread-winged eagle's figure, speed plummeting, unable to escape this inescapable net.

"Don't look down on people, okay…" Zhu Bajie grumbled.

He was responsible for laying the grand array to obstruct, not because he could only obstruct, but because Tang Luo had this requirement.

Tang Luo raised his hand, grasping at the void.

The Glazed Nirvana Great Hand Seal formed, seizing the eagle Zeus had become in one grip.

And also crushing it into mere strands of electric arcs that could only slowly dissipate.

A fate fragment could be seen emerging in the semi-transparent giant palm, not far from forming a complete sphere.

The Great Hand Seal vanished; the fate fragment fell into Tang Luo's hand.

Representing one of the supreme experts of the Gods Alliance, Zeus was thoroughly dead; besides the fate fragment, nothing remained.

Tang Luo temporarily put away the fate fragment, looking at the remaining twelve Chief Gods of the Gods Alliance.

"Amitabha."

One hand upright at his chest, Tang Luo proclaimed a Buddhist invocation: "Benefactors, this poor monk shall now deliver you."

"Aaaah!"

Under the crisis of life and death, the Three-Headed Hound let out a roar, beastified once more, ferocity fully unleashed, becoming a mad dog, actively charging at Tang Luo.

Tang Luo casually slapped; blood sprayed, leaving only a fate fragment to fall to the ground.

"You have an undying body?" Tang Luo looked at the God of Light, Bader.

"... I don't, I'm just a bit more resistant to beatings." Bader squeezed out an ugly smile, speaking carefully.