179: Chapter 179 A Divine Descent? No, it's a Buffet!

The fierce wind abruptly stopped, and a gloomy death ray, like a giant pillar piercing through heaven and earth, completely enveloped the Gu Feng City plaza.

In that suffocating silence, Gu Feng Nalin, who should have been a corpse, slowly opened her eyes. They were no longer human pupils, but a pair of ink-black black holes that seemed to swallow light. She floated in mid-air, her previously shattered limbs forcibly mended in the gray light, and her broken bones made crackling sounds as they reset, each sound like a step on the interval of a heartbeat.

Qin Ji's pupils slightly contracted, and he gripped the god-beating whip in his hand even tighter.

He was too familiar with this aura.

It wasn't merely the trick of borrowing power through a divine blessing; this was the descent of a higher-dimensional will—a God Descent.

The God of the Undead, who was entrenched in the Star Kingdom, would actually consume Divine Power to cross the spatial barrier for two Mortals?

"Boom!!"

The air was violently pushed aside, and Gu Feng Nalin's figure suddenly vanished, reappearing three meters above Qin Ji's head. She looked down from above, a stiff and eerie arc forming at the corner of her mouth, her voice like two pieces of raw iron grinding together:

"Mortal, to die at the hands of the Great God of the Undead's envoy is the highest honor bestowed upon you."

Before her words finished, her pale palm suddenly clenched into a fist.

"Soul Imprisonment!"

There was no trajectory, no casting wind-up. Qin Ji only felt the surrounding space instantly solidify, a chilling, viscous sensation tightly locking his limbs and bones, making even the slightest movement of his fingers incredibly difficult. The purification jade pendant on his chest frantically flickered with warm light, trying to dispel this divine suppression, but the power was too vast; even after reducing 90% of the control effect, the remaining 10% still delayed his movements for a moment.

In a battle between masters, a single moment can mean life or death.

"Soul Tear!"

Gu Feng Nalin violently tore her hands to the sides.

"Rip—"

Qin Ji's vision instantly blackened. The pain didn't act on his physical body, but rather felt like a pair of red-hot iron hands had reached directly into his brain, trying to tear his Soul into two.

-198547!!

-596858!!

Two crimson damage numbers exploded above his head, and his health bar instantly evaporated a large chunk.

This wasn't over yet.

A cruel glint flashed in Gu Feng Nalin's dark eyes. Her right index finger pointed at Qin Ji's glabella from a distance, and a highly compressed gray-white light sphere condensed at her fingertip.

"Soul Stripping!"

"Dream on! Black Bear Elbow Strike!!"

A chubby figure suddenly rushed out from the side. Although Fatty Zhou usually seemed unreliable, at this critical moment, he displayed the qualities of a top-tier tank. He launched a charge the moment Qin Ji was controlled. Although his speed was as slow as a snail in front of Nalin in her God Descent state, he didn't try to attack Nalin, but instead used his massive tower shield to forcefully wedge himself between Qin Ji and Nalin.

"Bang!!"

The gray-white light sphere slammed heavily onto the tower shield.

"Oh my god!!"

Fatty Zhou let out a pig-like shriek, and he, along with his shield, was blasted back more than ten meters, plowing a deepravines in the ground. He convulsed all over, his face as pale as paper: "Brother Hao... this woman is too vicious... I can't take it, even with pain set to 10% it feels like I'm being slowly tortured..."

But the one second he bought was enough.

The black Qi in Qin Ji's eyes dissipated, and the purification jade pendant finally completed its judgment.

"Divine envoy? I see a divine corpse!"

He stomped his foot, and the bluestone slab instantly shattered into powder. He used the momentum to retreat, widening the distance. At the same time, the weapon in his hand instantly switched back to the netherworld longbow. The humming tremor of the bowstring merged into a series of mournful wails.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!!"

Five arrows fired simultaneously!

Black feathered arrows, wrapped in purple streamers, drew five tricky arcs in the air, aiming directly at Gu Feng Nalin's throat, heart, and glabella.

"Petty tricks."

Gu Feng Nalin sneered, and nine pale bone shields instantly appeared around her. These bone shields were not static; they rotated at high speed in an profound trajectory, forming a defensive sphere with no blind spots.

Clanging impact sounds rained down densely.

Just as Qin Ji was fully focused on dealing with Nalin, a gray ghost figure silently glided along the ground, instantly appearing behind him.

It was the Old Servant in Green Robes.

At this moment, his eyes were also pitch black, and his muscles were so swollen that they tore through his clothes. The once unremarkable dagger in his hand now emitted a half-meter-long gray edge.

"God's Blessing · Undying True Body!"

The Old Servant in Green Robes let out a beast-like growl, completely ignoring the arrow Qin Ji shot back at him, letting the feathered arrow pierce his chest, bringing forth a plume of black blood. There was no pain on his face, only an extremely twisted fanaticism and mockery.

"It's useless! Snow Emperor!"

He lunged at Qin Ji, dagger aimed at his heart, his voice filled with desperate madness: "Under my master's Divine Power, I too have gained a divine undying body! For the next thirty minutes, my health will instantly replenish no matter how many times it drops to zero! This is the power of a god! What can you use to fight a god?!"

Thirty minutes?

Absolutely undying?

Hearing these keywords, Qin Ji, who was rapidly moving to dodge, paused slightly.

His gaze towards the Old Servant in Green Robes changed.

It wasn't fear, not despair, not even solemnity.

It was a raw surprise and greed, the kind one would show upon seeing a peerless Treasure Trove.

"Are you serious?"

Qin Ji's voice even trembled slightly, "You can withstand me hitting you for thirty minutes without dying?"

The Old Servant in Green Robes was stunned; this reaction completely exceeded his expectations. But he had no time to think, and the dagger in his hand attacked even more fiercely: "You're about to die, yet you're still feigning madness! Die for me!!"

"Excellent... this is simply excellent!"

Qin Ji's lips curled into a wild grin, revealing a mouthful of pale teeth. He no longer retreated; instead, he took a step forward, his netherworld longbow drawn to a full moon.

If it were an ordinary BOSS, it would be shot to death in a few arrows, unable to stack many passive layers.

But now, there was a super sandbag in front of him that would stand there for him to hit, wouldn't break no matter how much he hit it, and could last for a full thirty minutes!

How was this a crisis?

This was clearly a "stat-farming buffet" sent from thousands of miles away by that old friend, the God of the Undead!

"Since you're so tough, don't blame me for being impolite!"

[Rapid Fire Mode · Activated]

[Multi-Shot · Activated]

"Bang!!"

The vibration of the bowstring was no longer a crisp sound, but a deep roar.

Five arrows per second? No, that was just a warm-up.

Under full-state burst, Qin Ji's arm had turned into a blurry afterimage. Black feathered arrows were no longer shot one by one, but formed a black waterfall, raining down on the Old Servant in Green Robes.

"-45800!"

"-91600! (Critical Hit)"

"-45800!"

"Health Cap +1"

"Health Cap +1"

"Health Cap +1"...

Dense damage numbers and golden attribute plunder prompts scrolled across Qin Ji's retina like a screen refresh.

Two hundred arrows in one second.

That's a permanent stack of two hundred health cap in one second.

Twelve thousand in one minute.

One hundred twenty thousand in ten minutes.

Thirty minutes... that's a whopping three hundred sixty thousand health cap!

And this only accounted for normal attacks; if critical hits and skill-triggered additional gains were included, this number would only be more terrifying!

"Aaaahhhhh!!"

The Old Servant in Green Robes' prepared sneer froze on his face. He was indeed immortal, but that didn't mean he felt no pain. Each arrow in the dense rain carried immense kinetic energy. Although his health bar instantly refilled, the continuous impact of his body being pierced, torn, and pushed back made it impossible for him to advance even half a step.

He was like a fly trying to fly against the wind in a storm, firmly suppressed in place, with black blood mist erupting all over his body.

"You... what kind of attack frequency is this?!"

The Old Servant in Green Robes roared in terror, trying to charge through the arrow rain, but each step he took was forcefully pushed back by the immense impact.

"Stop talking nonsense, stand still!"

Qin Ji's eyes were fervent, his movements not pausing in the slightest.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh—"

Gu Feng Nalin in the distance finally couldn't watch anymore. She manipulated the nine bone shields, attempting to support the Old Servant in Green Robes.

"Your opponent is me!"

Fatty Zhou, who had just caught his breath, charged up again. Although his health hadn't fully recovered, seeing his boss's "enjoying himself" expression, he immediately understood what he needed to do.

"Grandson! Look here! Taunt!!"

Fatty Zhou held up his shield and made an extremely lewd face at Gu Feng Nalin.

The battlefield was split into two.

On one side, the fatty scurried around, clutching his head and screaming under the divine envoy's magic bombardment.

On the other side, it was Qin Ji's one-sided slaughter... or rather, feeding.

As time passed, the fanaticism in the Old Servant in Green Robes' eyes gradually faded, replaced by a deep fear.

He realized something was wrong.

This human... his aura was growing stronger.

Not the temporary strengthening from a burst skill, but an essential, permanent strengthening.

Qin Ji's health bar, which had been reduced to one-third after the Soul Tear, was fully restored in just two seconds under the high-frequency attack lifesteal. What was even more terrifying was that the Old Servant in Green Robes acutely perceived that Qin Ji's health cap was skyrocketing at a visible rate.

That feeling was like a gluttonous beast constantly feeding, each attack devouring his divinity and converting it into its own nourishment.

"You... what exactly are you?!"

The Old Servant in Green Robes shrieked, his voice sharp with extreme shock, "Snow Emperor! Are you even human?!"

Qin Ji spared him a glance, his arrows still raining down like a storm, the faint smile at the corner of his mouth appearing particularly demonic under the gloomy death light.

"I am human."

"And you are merely an experience package, having sold your Soul and flesh, delivered right to my doorstep."

"Is this what you call Divine Power? If so..."

Qin Ji suddenly drew his bowstring to its fullest, and a giant arrow entwined with purple and gold light condensed on the string. The surrounding space wailed under the unbearable burden of energy overload.

"Then I'll gladly accept it."

The setting sun completely sank below the horizon, and darkness swallowed the earth. Only the gray light pillar in the center of the plaza remained dazzling.

Amidst the flying bone dust and shattered stones, Qin Ji stomped and shattered the cracked bluestone beneath his feet. His black hair danced wildly in the turbulent airflow, and his purple-gold pupils coldly stared at the "divine envoy" who was suppressed by the arrow rain and knelt on the ground. The bowstring of his longbow still trembled slightly, emitting a buzzing aftersound, like the Grim Reaper plucking the strings of fate.