153: What sacred things? They're all bullshit in the face of death!

Chen Nian's words were like the final judgment, echoing coldly in the blood-saturated air.

Facing those core members of the Evil God Cult who were like mad demons, burning their last bits of life as they charged continuously.

His gaze wasn't solemn in the slightest; instead, it was filled with contempt and mockery.

He didn't even spare them a proper glance, merely pointing his fingers like a sword and swinging them forward casually.

"Swish—!"

Thousands of red threads thinner than a strand of hair, yet sharp enough to slice through space—the Heart-Devouring Demon Silk—emerged out of thin air once again.

They were no longer silent, but let out a sharp, piercing whistle as they tore through the air.

Like a web of death, they descended upon the charging Evil God Cult Cadres.

Charging at the very front, Tu Gang's pupils reflected that fatal red glow.

He roared madly, holding the greatsword burning with eerie green flames horizontally in front of him, attempting to block.

However, that greatsword, capable of withstanding anything, was silently sliced into several segments the moment it touched the red threads, like a hot knife through butter!

Immediately following, Tu Gang's heavy dark-gold armor, along with his powerful Physical Body...

...and the frozen horror and resentment on his face, were all swept over by countless red threads.

"Puchi—!"

Time seemed to freeze for a moment.

The forward momentum of Tu Gang and the dozen or so notoriously famous core members of the cult behind him came to an abrupt halt.

They stood frozen in place, maintaining various attacking or defensive postures.

In the next second, dense lines of blood emerged on the surface of their bodies.

"Clatter—!"

Like toppled building blocks, everyone's bodies instantly split and collapsed along the bloodlines.

Turning into a pile of evenly sized chunks of meat, mixed with broken bones and internal organs, they scattered across the ground with a pitter-patter.

Blood splashed like a torrential rain, dyeing the scorched ground an even thicker, darker red.

[Ding! Killed a Sixth-Rank Evil Cultivator, obtained 21,583 points!]

[Ding! Killed a Sixth-Rank Evil Cultivator, obtained 22,765 points!]

[Ding! Killed a Sixth-Rank Evil Cultivator, obtained 25,871 points!]

...A series of dense and bountiful System notifications rang out in Chen Nian's mind.

Instant kill!

Still an undisputed instant kill!

These core combatants of the cult, who had been a headache for the Spiritual Energy Bureau for years and were regarded as extremely dangerous existences...

...In front of Chen Nian, they were no different in essence from the previous Demonic Evil cannon fodder.

They were all points.

Nothing more.

In the blood-saturated air, the thick stench of gore had almost solidified.

On the ground, the remains of Tu Gang and the other core members of the Evil God Cult had not yet cooled.

Warm blood was still gurgling and flowing, converging into sickening dark red puddles.

However, this hellish scene failed to stop the subsequent madness.

More cultists and various forms of Demonic Evils, like a brainless herd of beasts...

...continued to swarm out from the depths of the ruins.

Twisted fanaticism or pure brutality burned in their eyes.

They hissed and roared, treading over the minced meat and pools of blood of their companions as they continued their resolute charge toward that golden figure.

Demonic Evils had no reason, only the instinct of destruction; they were unafraid of death.

As for the remaining cultists, most were deeply brainwashed fanatics.

They attempted to use their own lives to trade for a slim chance for the so-called "Advent of the Holy God."

"For the Holy God!!"

"Kill him!!"

Chaotic roars mixed with inhuman hisses, forming a wave of sound that could break one's sanity.

However, facing these enemies surging like a tide...

...not even a ripple appeared on Chen Nian's face.

His gaze was terrifyingly calm, as if he were watching an interesting game rather than a bloody massacre.

"Quite ready to die for the cause, aren't you?"

"Then take your resolve and all of you, go die!"

Chen Nian's interest was piqued, and the smile on his face became even more brilliant and cruel.

Then, he raised his arm again.

The movement was still casual, even a bit nonchalant.

"Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish!"

Countless strands of Heart-Devouring Demon Silk erupted once more.

Like living threads of death, they accurately slashed toward the surging torrent of Demonic Evils.

"Puchi! Puchi! Puchi! Puchi!"

The slicing sounds were so dense they merged into one.

The Demonic Evils at the very front, whether they were thick-skinned behemoths or Shadow Demons as swift as ghosts...

...the moment they touched the red threads, they were like being thrown into an invisible meat grinder.

Their bodies were effortlessly sliced, decomposed, and torn apart!

Minced meat, broken bones, fragments of internal organs... they splashed in all directions like an explosion!

Chen Nian's arm continued to wave.

His movements were fluid and efficient, with every action accompanied by the instantaneous annihilation of a large number of Demonic Evils.

He didn't even move his feet, just stood there like an efficient and cold reaper, clearing the surging weeds in patches.

[Ding! Killed a Fourth-Tier Fiend, obtained 1,722 points!]

[Ding! Killed a Fourth-Tier Fiend, obtained 1,988 points!]

[Ding! Killed a Fifth-Rank Demonic Evil, obtained 13,331 points!]

[Ding! Killed a Fifth-Rank Demonic Evil, obtained 15,552 points!]

[Ding! Killed a Fifth-Rank Demonic Evil, obtained 17,177 points!]

...The System notifications flashed frantically in his mind at an unprecedented frequency.

The point numbers soared like a runaway horse.

Chen Nian was very satisfied with this.

The quality and quantity of these Demonic Evils far exceeded those outside; they were simply a gift pack of points delivered to his door.

He even hoped this welcoming ceremony could last a bit longer.

Blood dyed the scorched earth red, and severed limbs and broken arms piled up like mountains.

The strong smell of blood and the unique stench of Demonic Evils mixed together, forming a foul odor enough to break a normal person's spirit.

The scene had already turned into a true living Hell, an Asura's Slaughtering Ground.

However, unlike those Demonic Evils who had no reason and only knew how to charge...

...at the rear, some slightly stronger Evil Cultivators who had originally followed the charge were now all frozen in place.

Their feet were nailed firmly to the ground, and the fanaticism and determination on their faces had long since vanished without a trace.

Replacing it was boundless fear and a bone-chilling coldness.

They watched with their own eyes as Commander Tu Gang and those powerful core members were instantly killed.

They watched with their own eyes as the tide-like Demonic Evils were harvested like wheat, unable to delay the opponent's footsteps for even a single second.

Endless fear swallowed them in an instant.

This wasn't a battle at all!

This was a crushing defeat!

It was a complete, desperate massacre!

That man, he wasn't human at all!

He was a Demon God! Heaven's Punishment walking the mortal world!

"Mon... Monster..."

"Run... Run away quickly!"

No one knew who let out the first scream of collapse, but it instantly shattered the last bit of hope remaining in the other Evil Cultivators.

Facing a power that absolutely could not be contended with, the instinct for survival finally overrode fanatical faith and illusory glory.

They turned around abruptly, fleeing for their lives toward the direction they had come from, crying out for their parents and wishing they had been born with two extra legs.

What Holy God, what doctrines, what sacrifice... in the face of true death, it all became bullshit!

To live! They only wanted to live now!