Chapter 15 One Thought Slaughters Ten Thousand Lives! I no longer care to distinguish right from wrong.
Just as the large hand was about to fall, a sigh rang out.
"Such slaughter of my human race... Enough..."
The ethereal sound echoed through the blood-stained world.
Every word was clearly audible, yet no emotion could be discerned.
"I no longer care to distinguish right from wrong."
"You... set off."
The moment the words fell—
Boom!
The colossal hand, woven from countless Dao principles, slowly descended.
His movements were composed, yet they carried an unwavering determination to crush eternity.
There was no explosion.
There was no resistance.
The moment the palm touched them, all the ferocious beasts below that had been locked on froze simultaneously.
It was like the pause button had been pressed.
Then.
Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff!
A series of dense explosions rang out.
From the ferocious beasts on the periphery to the four ancient beings at the center who reign supreme as ancestors—
Their bodies shattered and disintegrated, turning into a blood-red mist.
The Sky-Swallowing Sparrow, with its wingspan reaching ten thousand feet, appears as tiny as a mosquito in the shadow of a hand.
Its scarlet bird eyes reflected the ever-approaching palm lines.
The lines on your palm reveal the birth and death of galaxies and the cycle of the universe.
"No... impossible... how could such a being exist in the Eight Lower Realms..."
This was its last thought.
The next moment, consciousness and body were annihilated together.
Qiongqi roared, and black flames rose from its body.
The black flames struck the palm, but before they could even ripple, they melted away like ice and snow.
The beast's body then collapsed.
Zhu Yan roared and swung his iron rod down towards the sky.
The moment the iron rod touched his palm, it shattered into dust.
The Vermilion Bird fled the fastest, almost tearing the void apart.
But that hand covered the entire world.
No matter where it escapes, if you look up, the lines on your palm will still cover your entire field of vision.
They will die.
They will definitely die.
Like the Sky-Devouring Sparrows, it turned into blood mist, leaving nothing behind.
No, I don't want to die.
I haven't really taken that step yet, I haven't...
The will to survive overcame ferocity and dignity.
The Vermilion Bird suddenly withdrew its divine fire, its enormous body rapidly shrinking into a crimson divine bird about ten feet in size with dazzling plumage.
It withdrew all its oppressive power and ferocity, lowered its posture to the lowest level, and let out a sharp wail towards the sky-covering hand:
"Senior! Senior, please calm your anger! This matter has nothing to do with me! I... I did not participate in the slaughter of humans! Please, senior, spare my life! Spare me..."
Its sound abruptly stopped.
That enormous hand, which blotted out the sky, never paused for a moment from beginning to end.
Even as it protested, the pressing speed seemed to increase slightly.
indifferent.
Absolute indifference, overlooking all living beings.
The hope in Suzaku's eyes was instantly swallowed by despair.
It understood.
This supreme being is completely indifferent to "right and wrong," and doesn't care who the mastermind is or who the accomplice is.
That phrase, "I have no heart to distinguish," was the final judgment.
He only saw that humanity was being slaughtered.
Just like in an avalanche, no snowflake is innocent.
One palm strike.
Just one palm strike.
A beast tide covering an area of 100,000 square miles, wreaking havoc and slaughtering—
completely annihilated.
All the ferocious beasts that participated in the slaughter, regardless of their strength or where they fled—
They were all crushed into a bloody mist at the same time.
Blood rained down from the sky.
Crimson, viscous, carrying a rich life essence and the resentment of lingering souls.
Blood rained down, forming streams of blood on the scorched earth.
In the ruins of the city, a desperate survivor stares blankly at the sky as he cries out in despair.
The bewilderment of surviving a disaster and the awe of witnessing a miracle were intertwined on his face.
...
Douluo Continent, live on Tianmu.
The instant the colossal hand descended—
The entire sky erupted with blinding light!
The light was so intense that it was as if daylight had suddenly arrived.
Countless people closed their eyes or covered them with their fingers.
But the light seemed to penetrate the eyelids and pierce the soul.
The light lasted for about three breaths.
When the light dims and the image becomes clear again—
Everyone saw the sky filled with blood-red rain, the world empty and devoid of ferocious beasts, and the enormous hand that slowly rose and gradually faded away.
And, a sea of blood mist that covers thousands of miles and dyes the mountains and rivers dark red.
quiet.
A deathly silence.
Then, a volcanic eruption-like commotion exploded!
"Dead…all dead…"
"One palm strike... just one palm strike..."
"God...this is the real God!"
In the streets and alleys, in taverns and palaces, countless people were talking incoherently, crying and laughing at the same time.
The despair of the city being slaughtered by the Sky-Devouring Sparrow was still vivid in my mind.
The sense of powerlessness felt by humanity, being devoured like ants, nearly destroyed the faith of many.
But what about now?
An unknown, supreme being belonging to the human race sighed and pressed down with a palm, causing all the ferocious beasts to vanish into thin air.
The stark contrast between hell and heaven has caused countless people to lose control of their emotions.
...
Wuhun City, the square in front of the Papal Palace.
Qian Daoliu stared blankly at the sky.
This peerless Douluo, level ninety-nine, and the high priest of the Angel God, had two lines of clear tears silently sliding down his face.
He had just reached utter despair.
Watching the alien humans being slaughtered as food, he seemed to see the darkest future for the human race on the Douluo Continent.
If those ferocious beasts were to descend, what difference would the Soul Master system, the imperial dynasty, and the Spirit Hall faith make in the face of absolute power?
He even began to doubt whether angels could truly protect all living beings.
But now...
That hand, that sigh.
"Such a massacre of my human race..."
Qian Daoliu murmured repeatedly, his tears flowing even more fiercely.
It wasn't sadness, but an overwhelming sense of "redemption."
"A miracle...this is a true miracle..."
His voice trembled, yet it carried an unprecedented firmness.
"It is... a god belonging to us humans!"
"Great High Priest...is it...is it an angelic intervention?"
Behind him, the cardinal asked in a trembling voice, his face full of shock.
The other Spirit Hall experts also looked at Qian Daoliu, their eyes filled with hope.
How they wished that the earth-shattering blow came from an angel.
Qian Daoliu slowly shook his head, raised his hand to wipe away the tears, and regained his dignity, but the excitement in his eyes had not faded.
"Although I desperately hoped it was my divine intervention..."
He paused, his voice steady and powerful.
"But, obviously not."
"That unknown being's power level far exceeds our imagination."
He surveyed the crowd with piercing eyes.
"But at least, we've confirmed one crucial point—this god is on humanity's side!"
"That's enough!"
Qian Daoliu clenched his fist suddenly, the sound echoing throughout the square.
"Pass on my order! From this day forward, anyone from the Spirit Hall who is chosen by the Heavenly Curtain to enter the Perfect World—"
"Our primary task is to do everything in our power to find this being! To seek His protection and guidance!"
The crowd exchanged bewildered glances, and soon, a look of fervor returned to their faces.
Yes, even if they are not angel gods, as long as they are human gods, they are natural allies.
Go and latch onto a powerful figure; you can't go wrong.
Only Bibi Dong stood still, holding the scepter, watching coldly from the sidelines.
Her beautiful face was free of tears, only a faint, mocking sneer remained.
"Such a massacre of my human race..."
She silently recited it in her heart.
Ethereal, sacred, compassionate.
Yet it seemed as if there was no emotion at all.
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