Chapter 285 Rescue? Just cannon fodder! Tang San was chosen!
The goddess of life's hand hovered in mid-air, the soft green light flickering in her palm, just like her wavering heart at this moment.
She looked at the three people kneeling on the ground, then at the sky, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes.
The god of evil crossed his arms, a half-smile playing on his lips, and slowly spoke:
"If you ask me, we should still try to save them."
"After all, keeping them around will give us a few more cannon fodder."
He paused, his gaze falling on Tang San, his eyes filled with even more mockery:
"Especially this 'Lord Sea God,' with the strength of a first-level god, if he goes up and takes a sword strike from Qian Lin, he can at least wear down the opponent's strength, right?"
"It would be a waste to let him die like this."
Tang San gritted his teeth, his nails digging deep into his palms, blood dripping from between his fingers, yet he felt no pain whatsoever.
He knew that the evil god was telling the truth.
In their eyes, he was no longer the high and mighty dual-god king, but a cannon fodder.
A tool that can be used to deplete the enemy's strength.
As Xiao Wu lay in his arms, listening to these words, more and more tears streamed down her face.
She wanted to say something, to tell Tang San not to worry about her, to tell him to leave, but she didn't even have the strength to open her mouth.
I could only let the tears fall silently.
The goddess of life took a deep breath and finally made her decision.
She looked at the god of destruction and the god of evil, her voice calm yet firm:
"No matter what happens to them in the future, at least for now, they are still gods in the divine realm."
"I govern the laws of life; to stand by and watch someone die is against my principles."
Having said that, she ignored their gazes, lowered her head, and looked at the three people kneeling in front of her.
She first looked at Ning Rongrong in Oscar's arms.
The once stunningly beautiful Nine-Colored Goddess now had a deathly pale face, a shockingly empty hole between her brows, and a breath so weak it seemed she might dissipate at any moment.
The Goddess of Life sighed softly, and the green light in her palm slowly floated out, transforming into countless tiny specks of light that surged into Ning Rongrong's body like fireflies.
"Her injuries were too severe."
The voice of the goddess of life carried a hint of helplessness:
"With her divine core shattered and her martial spirit extracted, all I can do is stabilize her last glimmer of hope."
"As for whether he can wake up and to what extent he can recover..."
She shook her head:
"It depends on her own fate."
Oscar nodded frantically, tears streaming down his face.
"That's enough...that's enough...as long as she's alive...as long as she's alive, that's all that matters..."
The goddess of life turned to Dai Mubai, who was in Zhu Zhuqing's arms.
Equally devastating.
The White Tiger Martial Soul was extracted, the God of War position was stripped away, and he was left with only his last breath.
The Goddess of Life waved her hand again, and green light surged into Dai Mubai's body.
"Same."
"We can only save his life; recovery... is impossible."
Zhu Zhuqing hugged Dai Mubai tightly, tears streaming silently down her face, yet she still nodded desperately.
"Thank you... thank you so much..."
Finally, the Goddess of Life looked at Tang San, and then at Xiao Wu in his arms, whose breath was so faint as to be almost imperceptible.
Her gaze lingered on the bloody hole between Xiao Wu's eyebrows for a moment, a hint of reluctance flashing in her eyes.
"She was the most seriously injured."
The goddess of life spoke softly:
"The Asura Godhood was forcibly stripped away, and even more so as to be stripped away as a special vessel like a 'scabbard'..."
"The degree to which her soul was bound to the position of the Asura God was far beyond what ordinary people could imagine."
"At the moment her divine position was destroyed, her soul also suffered a near-devastating trauma."
Tang San's body stiffened abruptly, his eyes filled with fear:
"You...you mean..."
The Goddess of Life did not answer, but simply raised her hand and injected the last bit of life essence into Xiao Wu's body.
Green light enveloped Xiao Wu, and the shocking cracks began to heal slowly, while the blood hole between her eyebrows gradually shrank.
But her breath was still as faint as a candle flickering in the wind.
"She won't die."
The goddess of life withdrew her hand, her voice tinged with weariness:
"But whether I'll wake up, when I'll wake up, and whether I'll still remember you after I wake up..."
She looked at Tang San, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes:
"I don't know either."
Tang San was struck dumb, frozen in place.
He looked at Xiao Wu's pale face in his arms, at her tightly closed eyes, and tears finally welled up in his eyes.
"Xiao Wu... Xiao Wu..."
He murmured, his voice so hoarse it was almost inaudible.
Just then—
Buzz!
Above the sky, that grand voice resounded once more, this time carrying an undeniable majesty:
[Dual Realm Contrast, Next God War, Draw Complete!]
Everyone held their breath.
Tang San tightened his grip on Xiao Wu, his eyes filled with fear.
Oscar and Zhu Zhuqing also looked up, staring intently at the sky, their hearts pounding in their throats.
The God of Destruction and the God of Evil narrowed their eyes, a look of anticipation simultaneously appearing on their lips.
The golden light in the sky swirled wildly, and finally—
boom!!!
Two enormous pillars of light descended from the sky, enveloping the Silent God Realm and the Peerless God Realm respectively!
On the side of the peerless divine realm, the beam of light moved rapidly above everyone's heads in the hall, like a searchlight.
Passing by Oscar, passing by Zhu Zhuqing, passing by Ma Hongjun, passing by those trembling first-level and second-level gods—
at last--
Buzz!
The beam of light suddenly stopped.
It landed steadily—
The top of Tang San's head.
Tang San froze.
He lowered his head, looking at the golden light surrounding him, his eyes filled with disbelief and despair.
"Me...it's me?"
The God of Destruction let out a hearty laugh:
"Hahaha! Good! Good!"
"Tang San, your chance has come!"
"Go! Go and bring glory to our divine realm! Go and weaken that Qianlin!"
The god of evil, also with a smile on his face, slowly said:
"Lord Poseidon, may you rest in peace."
"Don't worry, we'll take care of the rabbit in your arms for you."
Tang San suddenly looked up at the God of Evil, his eyes bloodshot:
"you--"
However, before he could utter the second word, the beam of light suddenly contracted.
An irresistible suction force pulled Tang San up from the ground in an instant.
"No--!!!"
Tang San let out a desperate roar, trying to struggle and resist, but his Sea God power was no match for the power of the rules of the sky.
"Third Brother—!"
Xiao Wu lay on the ground, watching Tang San being dragged away by the pillar of light. She desperately tried to reach out and grab him, but she couldn't even lift a finger.
They could only watch helplessly as the golden light, carrying Tang San, gradually disappeared into the sky.
The light faded.
The main hall was deathly silent.
Xiao Wu lay on the ground, tears silently streaming down her face.
Oscar held Ning Rongrong in his arms, and Zhu Zhuqing held Dai Mubai in her arms. They looked at each other and saw deep fear and despair in each other's eyes.
Who will be next...?
The God of Destruction and the God of Evil exchanged a glance, their smiles deepening.
"interesting."
The God of Destruction said softly:
"Let's see if this former 'dual-god king' can still create miracles."
Above the sky, the scene slowly unfolds.
The battlefield of the gods has reopened.
(End of chapter)