334: Unexpected red moon!

Loki trembled all over. A reflection?

Was what was above the starry sky merely a reflection?

What a boast! As a Mortal, to possess such spirit?

Loki looked up at the sky and found that the originally pitch-black starry sky had turned into a golden ocean of Sword Qi.

He felt that his Qi had been locked onto by that ocean of Sword Qi, and in the next second, those Sword Qi would unleash like thunder.

"A good method, but unfortunately, do you really think you can hit me?"

A sneer appeared on Loki’s face. For the God of Mischief, fabricating a false reality was effortless.

Green light bloomed at Loki’s fingertips, and the twisted yet powerful Law of Mischief almost tore space apart.

At this moment, the Sword Qi in the sky, like a thunder pond, could no longer be restrained and poured down towards Loki’s location.

"Heh heh! Zhou Ping, the performance you prepared for me was splendid, but unfortunately…"

The word “unfortunately” had just left his lips when Loki’s face instantly turned ashen, as if struck by lightning.

The surging Divine Power of Mischief suddenly underwent an anomaly. Just as Loki was about to create an illusion, he suddenly felt his body being pulled by a strange force.

Loki looked down at his chest. Unbeknownst to him, a silver thread had floated out from his chest.

"This is…"

Loki instantly understood: this was the power of the Law of Time!

It turned out that when Loki’s body was first shattered by Yi Yuan’s blade aura, a faint trace of the Law of Time had also attached itself to the fragments of his body.

When Loki used the power of the altar to undergo Rebirth, this trace of the Law of Time was also restored.

Originally, such a weak power could not cause any substantial impact on Loki.

But now, even a slight mistake would be a fatal blow for Loki.

Because Zhou Ping’s sword strike had too wide a range and too strong a destructive power.

Loki even believed that even if Thor, the God of Thunder, were present, he would not dare to take this sword strike head-on.

Let alone himself?

Now, this thread of the Law of Time was pulling his Divine Power, causing a flaw in the illusion he was creating.

For Time, very few things could deceive it.

"No…" Loki roared in despair. At this moment, the ocean of Sword Qi, like a burst heavenly river, had already poured out.

Boom!

In an instant, heaven and earth shook. The violent Sword Qi wantonly destroyed Loki, and Loki felt as if he were in a frying pan of raging fire.

His body turned to ash inch by inch, and the ash was then ground into powder by the Sword Qi.

The originally vast seabed was actually blasted into a deep pit by the Sword Qi.

Zhou Ping panted, standing on the seabed. At this moment, the light of the Dragon Elephant Sword had already dimmed. This single sword strike had almost exhausted all of Zhou Ping’s Mental Energy.

Pfft!

A mouthful of blood gushed from Zhou Ping’s mouth. That sword strike just now had already touched upon the Law.

Now, Zhou Ping was experiencing the backlash of the Law.

Zhou Ping’s hand, holding the sword, trembled slightly. His arm felt as if countless burning iron ants were crawling over it, sore, itchy, and unbearably painful.

Fortunately, with the power of the Law of Time bestowed by Old Wang Mian, the backlash was not as fierce. Zhou Ping could still endure the current level.

On the other side of the battlefield, Chen Lu’s eyes were bloodshot as he looked at Yi Yuan, who had recovered the power of Time Reversal. A hint of ruthlessness flashed in his heart.

"Great Cthulhu, please allow me to sacrifice my clansmen to you. Please descend your great power and punish these ignorant fools!"

With a hum!

Sensing Chen Lu’s abnormal behavior, Yi Yuan immediately began to suppress Cthulhu’s Divine Power within Hua Jing.

On the stomach wall, a nauseating scene appeared.

The Chen clan members embedded in it first melted into a viscous liquid like heated chocolate, and then, as if time was rewinding, they transformed back into human form.

This cycle repeated endlessly.

Cthulhu’s Divine Power within Hua Jing began to frantically counterattack, pulling against the Law of Time on Yi Yuan’s sword hilt.

"Hahahaha!"

Chen Lu laughed maniacally, "Oh Time God, you can control Hua Jing’s body in a cycle, but can you control the moon in the sky?"

Whoosh!

A wind, from who knows where, blew away the dark clouds in the sky.

The moon appeared, but strangely, it was covered with a faint red hue.

"Blood Moon, it’s the power of the Blood Moon!"

Chen Lu looked at the slightly reddened moon in the sky, the madness in his eyes growing more intense.

"Hahahaha, I knew it! Since you, the Time God, can leave behind a contingency, how could the great Cthulhu, whom I believe in, indulge your actions so much?

You can’t win against us, you can’t win against us."

Zhou Ping looked up at the red moon in the sky, his expression growing solemn.

"Trouble, it seems to be getting more and more!"

Suddenly, a strange red beam of light projected down from the moon. That beam of light directly enveloped the corpse of Hua Jing where Chen Lu was located.

Chen Lu, enveloped by the red light, could clearly feel that Cthulhu’s Divine Power, which had been suppressed by the Law of Time, was gradually recovering.

Yi Yuan’s frequency of initiating the Time Reversal cycle became higher and higher, but even so, it still could not suppress Cthulhu’s Divine Power.

Zhou Ping endured the pain of the backlash and swung a sword towards the red light.

Bang!

That Sword Qi collided with the red beam of light and was instantly shattered.

Although Zhou Ping was currently in a weakened state, his Sword Qi was unable to cause any damage to the red beam of light, which showed how powerful Cthulhu’s Divine Power was.

Zhou Ping looked at the strange red light helplessly. After realizing that his attack was ineffective, he could only make one last effort.

Zhou Ping sat down on the ground and closed his eyes.

His lips moved gently, and devout prayers transformed into wisps of powerful Power Of Faith, drifting towards the sky.

Anta County.

At this time, Song Zhong was tempering the Ghost Country. During this period, he did not dare to be negligent at all; this world was too dangerous.

His strength, merely at the Divine-Grade, was still too weak.

As long as he successfully refined the Ghost Country, he could then naturally push forward and assault the Supreme Rank. Only then would he have the ability to influence the overall situation of this world.

Just as he was concentrating on refining, suddenly, a dazzling Power Of Faith drifted over from the sky.

"Hmm?"

Song Zhong looked at that Power Of Faith with some doubt. He was all too familiar with this, it came from the Sword Saint Zhou Ping.

"Strange, didn’t he already pray today? Why is there Power Of Faith coming again?"

In his confusion, Song Zhong swallowed all of that Power Of Faith.

The moment he digested that power, Song Zhong understood the whole story.