267: The 263rd image depicts three deities.

Before she could think it through, Song Yang had already risen from the ground and sped toward the horizon.

He was gone.

Just like that, he was gone.

A long while later, just as everyone was distributing food, an indescribable pressure, like the sky collapsing, suddenly descended from the horizon!

It was not just one, but several!

Each aura was filled with suffocating majesty and violence, as if several burning suns were streaking across the night sky with unstoppable momentum.

Everyone looked up in horror.

They saw three streaks of light flash rapidly across the sky above the tribe.

One was a brilliant golden light, like an emperor on inspection; another was a monstrous blood-red light, filled with a chilling murderous intent; the last was a formless shadow, yet it exuded a bone-chilling coldness.

They did not pause above the tribe for even an instant, but instead chased madly in the direction Song Yang had left!

Que stared blankly in the direction where the streaks of light had vanished, and finally understood.

She understood the true meaning of the words Song Yang had said before leaving.

...

High in the sky, the three gods were flying at high speed.

They were like a maggot to the bone—silent, soundless, yet omnipresent.

“Golden Emperor! How much longer must we chase?”

From within the blood-red light, a voice as deep as thunder emerged, “To dare kill my friend... I will avenge that old thing, the Witch God!”

The god known as the “Golden Emperor” had golden light around him that had condensed into a solid substance.

“Shut up, Blood Butcher. That piece of trash, the Witch God, is dead. His life is not as important as the ‘key’ that can let us leave this place.”

“‘key’?” Blood Butcher's tone was full of confusion.

Golden Emperor did not explain; he enjoyed the sense of superiority that came from controlling information and looking down on his companions.

“That brat has stopped. He is waiting for us.”

Ghost. He had been silent the whole time, as if he didn't exist, but the moment he spoke, both the arrogant Golden Emperor and the brutal Blood Butcher paused.

Golden Emperor's brilliant gaze suddenly pierced forward, cutting through layers of night, and locked firmly onto the black dot that was becoming increasingly clear.

“Ghost is right. He hasn't expended much energy, and he hasn't used his full speed. He is deliberately waiting for us.”

“Waiting for us?”

Blood Butcher was stunned for a moment, then burst into cruel and excited laughter, “Hahahaha! Interesting! Too interesting! It's been thousands of years since I've encountered prey that dared to challenge me!”

The blood-red light on his body surged, his speed increased even more, and that bloodthirsty killing intent was almost boiling.

Golden Emperor did not stop him.

His gaze remained locked on Song Yang's back, his eyes shifting.

He did not care about the Witch God's death.

A fool with low strength was not worth mourning.

What he cared about was the key that could let them leave this place.

As for the Witch God's revenge, it was just the most convenient excuse to gather fools like Blood Butcher.

Ahead, Song Yang's figure stopped in front of a continuous range of black mountains.

He turned around and, across the vast distance, quietly watched the three gods pursuing him.

Golden Emperor's figure solidified first; he landed one kilometer in front of Song Yang.

Immediately after, a burst of violent blood-red light slammed into the other side, and Blood Butcher's form stepped out from the light. He was much taller and more robust than Golden Emperor, his bare upper body covered in hideous blood-colored patterns, and every breath he took brought a scorching, fishy wind.

Finally, there was Ghost.

He was completely shrouded in a gray-black cloak, his face indistinguishable, with only two points of ghostly green fire burning quietly beneath the shadow of his hood.

The three formed a triangle, surrounding Song Yang in the center.

“You... are that Outsider?”

Golden Emperor spoke first, “It's been thousands of years. Finally, a ‘key’ has appeared in this damned cage.”

Blood Butcher grinned, revealing a mouthful of ghastly white teeth. He stuck out his scarlet tongue and licked his dry lips:

“‘key’? Golden Emperor, you're overthinking it! In my eyes, he is just a sufficiently interesting prey that I haven't seen in thousands of years!”

“I specifically chose these barren mountains as our battlefield.”

Song Yang's voice was calm as it reached the ears of the three gods.

“I didn't expect only the three of you to come.”

“Haha... Hahahaha!”

Blood Butcher erupted into deafening, wild laughter that echoed through the mountains.

“Do you think that just because you slaughtered that piece of trash, the Witch God, you have the qualifications to spout nonsense here?!”

He stepped forward violently, and the rock beneath his feet shattered with a boom.

“I will make you understand immediately why we are called gods!”

The moment his voice fell, Blood Butcher moved.

His hulking body transformed into a blurred blood-red Afterimage, tearing through the nearly kilometer-long distance between him and Song Yang!

It was not a charge; it was an impact!

He was a weapon himself, a giant siege hammer wrapped in monstrous blood energy and endless killing intent, intending to smash the “prey” before him—who dared to provoke the majesty of the gods—into powder!

However, Song Yang did not move.

He raised the spear in his hand, meeting Blood Butcher's terrifying strike.

Blood Butcher's incomparably violent momentum came to an abrupt halt.

His massive body, comparable to a giant beast, was actually blocked by that thin spear shaft, without moving an inch.

The cruel smile on Blood Butcher's face froze. For the first time, astonishment and disbelief appeared in his copper-bell-sized eyes.

He felt as if he hadn't crashed into a spear, but into a bottomless abyss. The moment his power, which was enough to shake heaven and earth, touched the spear tip, it disappeared without a trace, like a clay ox entering the sea.

“Is that all the strength you have?”

“You're courting death!”

Blood Butcher's astonishment was replaced by boundless rage. He drew his great blade and slashed at Song Yang's vital points!

Just at this moment, Golden Emperor moved.

He was not as crude as Blood Butcher; he simply raised a finger and pointed it from afar at Song Yang.

In an instant, golden light gathered above the sky, condensing into a ten-meter-long giant golden sword. With the majesty of a king's judgment, it slashed down fiercely toward the top of Song Yang's head!

Golden Emperor's weapon was a giant sword composed of countless small swords, usually hidden by him in a storage bracelet.

While Golden Emperor's sword of judgment slashed down and Blood Butcher's violent blade light swept in...

Ghost, who had remained still, moved.

There was no earth-shattering momentum, no violent, boiling aura.

He was like a shadow blending into the night, floating silently toward Song Yang's side and back—the blind spot of his vision, the most awkward position for the spear to defend.

Unknown when, a gray, decaying short blade appeared in his hand. The blade had no luster, like a piece of rotten wood that absorbed all light, and it silently stabbed toward Song Yang's heart.

This was a lethal trap.

Above was the collapsing sky, in front was a raging tide, and behind was a ghostly bite.

Three people, three completely different attack methods, sealing off all of Song Yang's evasion space and possible responses.

Facing the encirclement and strangulation of the three, the spear in his hand changed.

It was not a change in form, but a transformation in “quality”.

A wisp of extremely thin, dark red flame ignited from the spear tip and instantly spread along the spear shaft!

It was not scorching heat, but an aura of annihilation that sought to burn the soul to ashes.

“Fentian Nine Spears, First Form.”

“Prairie Fire.”