"Has Chi Mo… been possessed?"
Even He Yiming was somewhat shocked.
The speed of the possession was astonishing. Clearly, when the Evil God first granted Chi Mo that immense power, he had already left a backdoor.
"As expected of an Evil God—none of them are good things," He Yiming sighed again.
Chi Mo had indeed gained tremendous power!
He had even obtained what could be called a Great Emperor–level opportunity!
Because the Evil God had long treated Chi Mo as a backup plan—a spare vessel!
Once a large portion of the Evil God's will descended, "Chi Mo's" strength would naturally skyrocket, perhaps even reaching Great Emperor level!
Wasn't that a Great Emperor opportunity?
"All disciples, hear my command!!!"
"Attack!"
"Destroy this strand of Evil God Suruk's will!"
He Yiming could sense that Suruk's descent was incomplete—only a single strand of will had arrived.
The power it could wield must be limited!
"A mere insignificant existence from another world dares oppose this god?"
The Evil God's will projection, having seized everything from Chi Mo, had now become a strand of Suruk's will, murmuring slowly.
All the players shouted in unison and prepared to swarm forward!
"Freeze."
Suruk's strand of will uttered a single word.
Crack!
The entire space—or rather, time itself—froze completely!
All the players lost consciousness, their bodies suspended midair!
Time, which had flowed like water, was forcibly halted at this moment!
"Damn it!!!"
Only He Yiming retained awareness—but he could not move.
Controlling Chi Mo's body, Suruk's will stepped onto the altar.
"Descend!!!"
As Suruk's will whispered, strands of his consciousness continuously poured down from the dark green vortex above the altar, merging into Chi Mo's body.
He Yiming could only watch helplessly, unable to move.
"So this is the power to control time?"
It was the first time He Yiming had encountered such power. Everything around him had solidified. The flow of time itself had been cut off!
This was not something ordinary cultivators could achieve—perhaps not even Great Emperors!
The power of an Evil God truly lived up to its name!
However—
Crack… crack…
As faint shattering sounds echoed, He Yiming fully activated the power of his Nine Dao Nascent Souls!
"I am He Yiming!"
"Sect Master of the Yanhuang Sect!"
"You can freeze my disciples—but you will never freeze me!!!"
With a furious roar, the power of his Nine Dao Nascent Souls erupted completely!
Bang!!!
In an instant, He Yiming broke free from the restraint!
"!"
But at this moment, several strands of Suruk's will had already descended into Chi Mo's body—and more were still coming!
However, He Yiming noticed immediately—
As more of Suruk's will descended, more cracks began appearing across Chi Mo's body!
Within those cracks, chaotic light flickered faintly.
Clearly, although Chi Mo was a descendant of a Great Emperor and would be considered to have an extremely powerful bloodline in future eras—
In the era of Immortal Emperors…
A Great Emperor bloodline?
Heh.
Just a little brother among little brothers.
After all, in the Immortal Emperor era, Immortal Emperors were the least scarce existence. Some Immortal Emperors might even descend to the lower realms out of boredom to… do certain things.
So while those in the lower realm who possessed Immortal Emperor bloodlines were not many—
There were still some.
"Useless trash!" Suruk's will couldn't help but curse.
Clearly, Chi Mo's body and soul were far too weak to withstand so much of the Evil God's will. Signs of collapse had already begun to appear.
Boom!
At that moment, the dark green vortex was blasted apart by an overwhelmingly powerful strike!
The one who acted—
He Yiming!
By now, "Chi Mo" had undergone a qualitative transformation.
"The time here was supposed to be frozen by this god… and yet you can still move?"
"Chi Mo" slowly turned around.
Although the passage had been destroyed, it could always be reopened. With enough time, he could simply manipulate more believers into becoming priests and reconstruct the ritual channel.
But right now, the priority was something else.
"I must find that little girl! She carries the bloodlines of the two strongest Immortal Emperors! Only she can withstand this god's complete descent!"
"Not this, this mere hundred strands of will!"
The current "Chi Mo", now a divine avatar formed from over a hundred strands of Suruk's will, murmured sinisterly.
"Looks like… I was a step too late…" He Yiming's expression darkened.
Though he had destroyed the channel, this being before him had already absorbed more than a hundred strands of Suruk's will.
It could now truly be called an avatar of the Evil God Suruk.
And then—
Boom! Boom! Boom!!!
With terrifying rumbling sounds, the entire underground hall began to rise!
He Yiming staggered slightly, then witnessed a shocking sight.
The underground space itself was forcibly controlled by Suruk's avatar, piercing upward through over a thousand meters of earth—bursting from the subterranean world straight to the surface!
Rumble!!!
As the pyramid-like City Lord's Mansion of Ten Thousand Beast City collapsed—
Suruk's avatar, He Yiming, and the frozen players were all exposed once more to sunlight.
They had returned to the surface.
"Where is the little girl?" Suruk's avatar asked coldly, his tone absolute and domineering.
"She's somewhere you will never be able to touch," He Yiming replied calmly.
Crack… crack…
Even as he spoke, the body Suruk was controlling—Chi Mo's body—was splitting apart. Cracks spread across the skin as it gradually destabilized.
"I probably can't defeat him head-on," He Yiming thought. "But if I stall long enough, his body will collapse first!"
Without a proper vessel, Suruk might very well perish on his own.
He didn't fully understand why.
But it was obvious—
For Suruk to go through so much trouble to find a vessel to house his will, he must be restricted from directly entering this world.
Most likely by the Heavenly Dao—or by even higher laws.
Or perhaps…
If Suruk was a three-dimensional being, then he simply could not exist in a two-dimensional world.
A 3D existence entering a 2D plane would need to convert itself into a compatible format.
That "conversion format" was likely what they called a vessel.
Otherwise—
It would collapse.
Because a 2D world cannot contain a true 3D existence.
"I know what you're thinking," Suruk's avatar said coldly. "You wish to delay for time? Heh. Such a pitiful idea."
He made a grasping motion in the air.
Snap!
He Yiming suddenly felt his entire body stiffen.
He could not circulate even a trace of power.
He was lifted into the air, completely immobilized.
"When this god possessed only a single strand of will, I could already freeze you for a period of time."
"Now that over a hundred strands have descended—"
"You have no chance of resistance."
Suruk's avatar stared at He Yiming with chilling indifference.
Crack crack crack!
He Yiming instantly felt a terrifying force crushing him.
Even his current immensely powerful body could not endure it.
At this rate—
In no more than three breaths—
He would be crushed to death.
Just as He Yiming was desperately calculating a countermeasure—
Boom boom boom!!!
From the sky, a nine-colored bolt of lightning descended!
It struck down in a single blow, piercing straight through Suruk's avatar's right arm!
"Puh—!"
He Yiming instantly regained his freedom.
"Evil God, cease your arrogance!"
"The Heavenly Dao Noodles is here!"
A loud shout echoed from the heavens.
Ten thousand zhang of nine-colored radiance erupted into the sky—
Accompanied by perfectly timed background music.
The battlefield… had just gained a new arrival.