466: A Creator with unwavering resolve

“?” Wu Man looked at Ben Duo, utterly bewildered. What in the world was a World-Destroying Great Demon?

“Don’t attack! That’s my friend, Chen Heng is a human!”

Wu Man was so anxious that he couldn't speak clearly, spewing out a torrent of words.

“What?” Ben Duo remained vigilant, even crushing a bone Card under the cover of the black mist.

“Wasn’t I thrown into the Yang Aspect because of the black storm? Chen Heng and the others are friends I met in the Yang Aspect!”

Wu Man explained repeatedly, but Ben Duo wouldn't listen at all.

Their Black Mist Tribe’s Great Prophet had just prophesied a few days ago that a World-Destroying Great Demon would appear in the world.

This Great Demon would bring destruction to the entire world, and the Prophet had even described its aura clearly.

“There’s no mistake, he is the World-Destroying Great Demon the Prophet spoke of!”

Ben Duo sensed Chen Heng’s aura again, and it was exactly as the Prophet had described.

Just sensing him sent shivers down his spine, as if he were tightly enveloped by the devil’s claws of death.

He arrived treading on mountains of corpses and seas of blood; wherever he went, death followed.

“Do I really look that much like a bad guy?” Chen Heng turned to look at Luo Shuo and the other two behind him, pointing to his handsome Face as he asked.

“...” Luo Shuo and Hui Che both turned their Faces away simultaneously, trying to avoid Chen Heng’s question.

“When I tell you to speak, speak.” Chen Heng grabbed both their heads, forcing them to Face him.

“Yes.”

“Very much so.”

Both spoke at the same time, giving Chen Heng no Face at all.

“...” Chen Heng released their heads and touched his own Face.

“I feel like I’m still alright; I’ve reined myself in a lot recently.”

Chen Heng naturally knew he wasn’t a good person; his hands were already stained with blood, the kind that could never be washed clean.

But he wasn’t a World-Destroying Great Demon, was he? That was too exaggerated.

Wait!

Chen Heng suddenly realized something.

That so-called Prophet called him a World-Destroying Great Demon, but how did he know of his existence?

The description of mountains of corpses and seas of blood was also perfectly accurate; he indeed possessed that thing called a sea of blood.

As for mountains of corpses… it seemed there really were some, referring to those guys he revived who were neither living nor dead.

“Take me to see your Prophet.” Chen Heng immediately became interested in that Prophet.

“You wish!” Ben Duo roared, controlling the Black Witch God beside him to pounce towards Chen Heng.

Just as Ben Duo launched his attack on Chen Heng, figure after figure of gaunt individuals emerged from the black mist behind him.

These people should be the tribesmen of the Black Mist Tribe.

As for those Black Witch Gods?

Chen Heng naturally welcomed them all; these were all good things that could increase his progress.

“Stop!” When Chen Heng crushed the first Black Witch God, an angry roar came from behind Ben Duo.

“Let me have a good talk with him.” The newcomer was an old man who looked not much different from a dried corpse.

Although the old man’s body looked decayed, his eyes were still sharp.

“Grandpa Ben Luo.” Wu Man immediately went to greet the old man, separating Chen Heng from the people of the Black Mist Tribe.

“Don’t worry, Little Wu Man.” Ben Luo patted Wu Man’s hand and smiled at him.

“I’m just going to chat with that Honored Guest, no need to worry.”

“But…” Wu Man still wanted to explain something, but after thinking about it, he decided to keep quiet.

Wu Man led Ben Luo to Chen Heng’s side, then turned back to stand between the Black Mist Tribe and Chen Heng.

“My name is Ben Luo.” The old man bowed to Chen Heng.

“Honored Guest, please come inside for a discussion.”

“Alright.” Chen Heng nodded, not caring at all if there would be a trap set for him inside.

Even if there was a trap, what then? One Nuclear Explosion Fist would wipe everything out.

Under the not-so-friendly gazes of the Black Mist tribesmen, Chen Heng and Ben Luo entered a wooden house.

Compared to the thatched huts of the Bone Flute Tribe, the area around the Di Man Tribe was relatively more advanced.

“Honored Guest, please wait a moment.”

Ben Luo nodded slightly to Chen Heng, then slammed his palm onto the ground.

Instantly, the surrounding walls were replaced by thick black mist, and there was no light in the room.

“What does this mean?” Chen Heng raised an eyebrow. Did this old man intend to duel him here?

“Honored Guest, please don’t misunderstand; this is to prevent the Prophet from prying into this place.”

Ben Luo shook his head and sighed deeply.

“You are Little Wu Man’s friend, so naturally you wouldn’t be a bad person.”

“But the World-Destroying Great Demon described by the Prophet is exactly like you, so it’s normal for the tribesmen to be wary.”

“Please, Honored Guest, do not blame them.”

Ben Luo’s tone carried some apology as he explained why the Black Mist Tribe was so agitated upon seeing him.

“That doesn’t matter.” Chen Heng waved his hand; it would be even better if they actually started a fight.

He could harvest another wave of Black Witch Gods.

“Honored Guest, you may not know, but the Prophet encountered some problems over forty days ago.”

Seeing Chen Heng’s magnanimity, Ben Luo also breathed a sigh of relief and began to explain the changes that had occurred in the Prophet.

Over forty days ago, the Prophet suddenly announced that he had received the call of a great will.

From that day on, he demanded that the entire Black Mist Tribe do some very strange things.

Sacrificing their own tribesmen was a minor matter; he also told them to go out and search for the World-Destroying Great Demon.

Regarding the World-Destroying Great Demon that suddenly emerged from the Prophet’s mouth, everyone initially disbelieved it.

But the Prophet’s descriptions became more and more detailed, which left them with no choice but to believe.

Moreover… the Black Mist tribesmen seemed to be bewitched; as time went on, they became increasingly obedient to the Prophet.

This made Ben Luo feel that the Prophet had definitely encountered some problems.

The former Prophet was aloof from worldly affairs, only speaking when tribesmen had questions for him.

Now, however, the Prophet was issuing commands to the Black Mist tribesmen, a drastic change from before.

After listening to Ben Luo’s description, Chen Heng became even more certain that the Prophet was definitely related to that damn Root.

Either that Prophet was a subordinate of the Root, or he was controlled by the Root.

After all, compared to the Yang Aspect, the Root’s tentacles extended more towards the Yin Side.

“And then what? Where is that Prophet now?” Chen Heng rubbed his chin. It seemed that if he didn’t deal with that Prophet, he wouldn’t be able to get the Black Mist Tribe’s help.

The Black Mist tribesmen were unusually repulsed by Chen Heng, or rather, hostile.

Only by solving the Prophet’s problem could he get them to help him attract Black Witch Gods.

“Mr. Chen, after hearing Ben Luo’s description, I found some relevant information.”

Just as Ben Luo was about to open his mouth, number eight’s voice sounded.

Startled, Ben Luo looked at Chen Heng’s wrist, as the sound came from there.

“The Creator had records of this method; it is a capability of the Root.”

“Mind Replacement.”

“At that time, many people in the Empire fell victim to it, and the Root even tried to replace the Creator’s Mind.”

“However, fortunately, the Creator’s will was firm, possessing a Soul of steel, which prevented the Root from succeeding.”