430: Stubborn

“Amen, I hope the Evil God later will be cleanly arrogant.”

Shang Wan Ning ignored Xiao Si’s teasing.

At the end of the passage was a giant nest sewn together from tens of thousands of stripped human skins. The air was filled with a strong smell of blood and decaying spices.

In the center of the nest, a constantly shifting mass of flesh, formed by countless twisted faces, slowly writhed. This was the true form of the Thousand-Faced Shadow.

Ah, this! The system is about to lose its sanity.

It's a hundred times uglier than the avatar of the mother of flesh and blood.

It's an eyesore!!!

“Strange God…” Tens of thousands of voices twisted into one, full of scrutiny and apprehension.

“You have trespassed upon my domain, for what purpose?”

A relatively clear middle-aged male face on the surface of the flesh mass turned towards Shang Wan Ning, its eye sockets hollow: “We have no grievances. Spending so much effort to find this place, surely it’s not just to admire my humble abode.”

The Abyss Filth on Shang Wan Ning was pure and heavy, and her eyes behind the mask showed no ripples. “This Seat does not need to explain her actions to Your Excellency.”

The Thousand-Faced Shadow’s writhing speed quickened a bit.

It did sense that the other party was also a Tier 7, but that profound and heavy divine power, and the ability to easily find this place, made it wary from the bottom of its heart.

An Outer God!

This was definitely an Outer God from another plane.

Such beings always employed bizarre methods and could not be judged by common sense.

“Hehe…” Another old woman’s face let out a hoarse, low chuckle, “Since there are no old grievances, then you must be seeking something. Is it divine power, authority, forbidden knowledge… or perhaps, you wish to cooperate with me?”

It secretly pondered the other party’s intentions.

The more evil the divine power, the more astonishing the things it sought. This Outer God’s aura was both filthy and profound; she was definitely not to be trifled with.

“Cooperate?” Shang Wan Ning’s expression was as calm as stagnant water. “Does Your Excellency not weigh your qualifications to discuss cooperation with this Seat?”

A hint of anger immediately flashed across all the faces of the Thousand-Faced Shadow, but it was forcibly suppressed.

A young man’s face leaned forward, his words carrying a seductive tone: “Why does Your Excellency look down on a god so much? Although I have been dormant for many years, I still hold some roots on the Ativi Continent.”

“You must be inconvenienced everywhere, having just arrived in this realm, right?”

“I know many secrets, control several faith channels, and even have connections with certain powerful beings.”

It deliberately paused.

Staring intently at Shang Wan Ning’s expression, seeing that she remained motionless, it continued: “For example: the great mother of flesh and blood, Her Excellency Sabrina. I have always had a good relationship with one of the core dependents under the Mother God.”

“The Mother God is a Tier 9 Ancient God, her divine might covers many planes. Your Excellency should understand that making an enemy of the Mother God’s dependents in this realm is not a wise choice.”

These words were quite skillfully spoken, not directly stating its allegiance, but only pointing out a connection with Sabrina’s subordinates, using the name of the Tier 9 Ancient God to exert pressure.

If the other party did not know much about the Ativi Pantheon, they might indeed be bluffed.

For a moment, only the viscous sound of flesh writhing remained in the nest.

The myriad faces of the Thousand-Faced Shadow all focused on the black-robed, masked figure, awaiting her response.

Shang Wan Ning was silent for a few seconds.

Just as the Thousand-Faced Shadow thought the other party was afraid, it suddenly heard a very soft laugh float out from beneath the mask.

The laughter wasn’t loud, but it was full of mockery.

“Sabrina?” Shang Wan Ning slowly raised her eyes, her gaze seeming to penetrate the layers of stacked faces, directly piercing its core.

“Is Your Excellency referring to that madwoman who was beaten until her divine body shattered, her origin dispersed, her realm plummeted, and is now hiding in some corner, clinging to life?”

The gibbering in the nest instantly ceased.

Tens of thousands of faces froze simultaneously, and the writhing flesh mass also solidified.

The hollow eye sockets of the middle-aged male face suddenly contracted, the old woman’s face hung open for a long time, unable to close, and the young man’s face was filled with disbelief… “You…” A monstrous wave surged in the Thousand-Faced Shadow’s core consciousness.

Although the battle in the Sub-Plane had passed for a while, the news was tightly suppressed by the Nature Pantheon and the Abyss Church, remaining very secret.

It only vaguely knew that Sabrina seemed to have suffered a great loss through a few extremely ancient communication methods, but it had no idea about the specific situation.

This Outer God not only knew about this matter but also spoke with such contempt.

As if talking about a stray dog with broken legs.

“It seems your information is truly outdated.” Shang Wan Ning slowly twirled the dark red blood marrow ore fragment on her fingertip, a hint of nonchalance on her face.

“Or perhaps, that ‘very close’ dependent you mentioned simply didn’t tell you the truth?”

The Thousand-Faced Shadow’s mind was greatly shaken.

The other party not only knew about this but also spoke with such certainty.

What did this mean?

Either she personally participated in that God War, or she possessed an intelligence network far beyond its imagination.

Whichever it was, it was terrifying to the extreme.

Its previous words, trying to intimidate by borrowing power, now sounded utterly ridiculous.

“Your Excellency, who exactly are you?” The Thousand-Faced Shadow’s voice lost its previous composure, tinged with an unconcealable panic.

It suddenly realized that it might have provoked an existence completely beyond its estimation.

“Who this Seat is, is not important.”

Shang Wan Ning took a step forward, no longer restraining her Netherworld Divine Power. It surged out like a tide, pressing down on the mass of flesh.

“What’s important is that you used the name of a half-dead Tier 9 to scare this Seat.”

“How should this debt be settled?”

Under the oppressive force, the Thousand-Faced Shadow felt its core consciousness tremble.

That divine power was not only powerful but also carried a chilling coldness that made its very essence tremble, as if it could freeze souls and annihilate existence.

“Wait!”

A child’s face urgently shouted, changing its tone: “It was I who offended Your Excellency. I am willing to pay the price—divine power crystals, rare minerals, souls of believers… whatever Your Excellency asks for.”

“Those things,” Shang Wan Ning pressed closer, and the human skin at the edge of the nest began to curl and char, “this Seat does not lack.”

“Then… authority! I can share some fragments of ‘Disguise’ and ‘Prying’ authority with you.”

The Thousand-Faced Shadow completely panicked, throwing out what it considered its heaviest bargaining chip.

Dividing authority would cause permanent damage to its origin, but it was better than being utterly destroyed.

Shang Wan Ning didn’t stop, her eyes behind the mask as cold as ice: “If I kill you, your authority will still belong to this Seat.”

The shadow of demise loomed.

The myriad faces of the Thousand-Faced Shadow twisted and deformed simultaneously, emitting desperate shrieks. The mass of flesh swelled frantically, and tens of thousands of faces transformed into hideous ghost shadows, pouncing towards Shang Wan Ning in a final counterattack.

The entire nest’s flesh was writhing madly, trying to devour her~

“Tsk, truly stubborn.”