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Chapter 884 The Pride That Was Shattered
That's why Qin Zhu was able to capture him so easily.

Suffocation brings a feeling of helplessness. Driven by the will to survive, Fulouna puts on a desperate struggle, but at this moment, she can only struggle haphazardly. Her chaotic punches and kicks have no effect on Qin Zhu.

The divine power and primordial power surrounding Qin Zhu could easily block these attacks that had little lethality.

When Moksha and the others dodged the impact of the Styx and checked the battle situation, they discovered that another teammate had been captured by Qin Zhu.

“You lot, why don’t you just surrender? Being strangled to death like this is not a pleasant experience. If I were you, I wouldn’t resist. You’ve been living high and mighty for so long, how could you remember the cruelty of war?”

"Maybe if you stop resisting, I might be in a better mood and let you off the hook."

To become the King of the Nine Netherworlds, Qin Zhu's cunning and shrewdness are truly terrifying.

First, use countless warriors of the Demon Warrior tribe to wear down their morale and exhaust their strength. When they are exhausted, launch a thunderous attack to completely break down their psychological defenses.

Most importantly, it was Fulou's desperate struggle; every movement was like a sharp knife piercing the hearts of these surviving high gods.

Revolt?

The promised support has yet to arrive.

With the speed and resources at their disposal, gods could travel from the upper plane to the Netherworld with almost no effort.

It's really hard not to think the worst when it's still not here after all this time.
Have these high-ranking gods, who are supposed to hold the heavenly deities accountable, been abandoned?

"What are you thinking? Do you really think Qin Zhu will let you go? Even if he does, think about how many members of the Sha Gui tribe you've killed in this short time. Do you really think the Sha Gui tribe, with their bloodlust, will let you go?"

Seeing the fighting spirit in the eyes of his companions dimming one by one, Maha Kassapa became anxious.

He knew very well what kind of person Qin Zhu was, and he knew that Qin Zhu was definitely not a fool who could be easily fooled.

Why would someone who has no value stay?

Even if he had done the Sha Gui tribe a favor, he would not use that to ask the Sha Gui tribe to let these people go. How could that be possible?

Unfortunately, of these six people, only Mahakasyapa remained sober.

The higher the level of the battle, the more focused you need to be.

In such a disadvantageous situation, focus is even more crucial.

Once that fighting spirit is lost, there is only one path left: a crushing defeat.

Mahakasyapa's words reached the ears of several of his teammates.

By the time the team members realized that Mokha Kasyapa's words made sense, it was too late.

Just as they were about to mobilize their divine power for defense, it was already too late.

The massive army of the Demon Slayers, surging like a red tide, had already filled their vision.

Before they could even use their moves, their claws and teeth had already pierced their flesh, tearing off pieces of their blood and flesh in a cruel, Christ-like manner.

Want to live? Why didn't you do that earlier?

If they had adopted a humble attitude from the beginning and given Qin Zhu more space, they wouldn't have forced him to this point.

For thousands of years, the mountain lord hid its sharp teeth and claws, lying dormant in the countryside and becoming a beast of burden. Little did the villagers know that it had once been a powerful ruler, and instead, with an aggressive attitude, drove it to its doom.

Now look what happened, things have gone awry.

Seeing his companions torn to pieces, while only the captured Furuna was still clinging to life, Maha Kassapa was utterly heartbroken.

Without his companions to help him resist the Nashag tribe, he wouldn't live much longer.

Not to mention the bloodthirsty monsters of the Sha Gui tribe, he would be crushed by Qin Zhu in a one-on-one fight.

With a little force, Qin Zhu snapped Fulouna's neck.

With life fading, Furuna still had a chance to be saved. But Qin Zhu was too ruthless at this moment, showing no mercy whatsoever. With a casual wave of his hand, he threw the lifeless Furuna into the waves of the Sha Gui tribe.

The corpse of a high god is a rare and precious tonic for the Demon Clan.

In the blink of an eye, Fu Lou was completely beyond saving. Not only were there no bones left, but not even a drop of blood or a single hair remained.

"So, what do you say? Do you want to end your own life, or do you want to be torn to pieces?"

Maha Kassapa witnessed the miserable state of his teammates and was deeply saddened.

For a moment, he actually felt that Qin Zhu's statement was quite right.

After being high and mighty for so many years, if you can leave with some dignity, then don't die a horrible death.

Rather than be forgotten, I'd rather end it all myself.

The pride of the high gods was shattered at this moment, along with their unyielding majesty.

For the warriors of the Nine Netherworlds, the choice between absolute loyalty to the King of the Nine Netherworlds and absolute obedience to the gods of the heavens is indeed difficult.

Without the King of the Nine Netherworlds, they wouldn't be where they are today, and their lives in the Nine Netherworlds for thousands of years wouldn't have been so easy.

They could make enemies of the gods, but they didn't have the courage to do so. The gods could set the rules for the Three Realms and Six Paths, and their strength was beyond question.

But now, Qin Zhu has made the choice for them.

The fact that such a grand scheme was orchestrated over thousands of years without anyone noticing proves that joining forces with Qin Zhu was a wise choice.

Now, the situation in Jiuyou has reached its optimal point.

Before them stood bloodthirsty monsters, their claws and fangs gleaming with a striking crimson light.

In order to leave with some dignity, Mahakasyapa chickened out.

He shed the burden of being a so-called superior god and knelt before Qin Zhu.

"Qin Zhu, I hope you can do as you say and let me leave with some dignity."

After saying this, Mahakasyapa gathered his divine power in his right hand, attempting to use it to pierce through his own head and give himself a quick death.

Qin Zhu smiled as he looked at the despairing Mahakasyapa.

Over the past few thousand years, these gods have truly become more and more like the old folks. They have even been able to let go of the pride of the higher gods. This makes Qin Zhu feel even more that the decision he made was absolutely correct.

Just as Mahakasyapa was about to end his own life, a blinding beam of light landed beside him.

Sensing the change in the situation, Qin Zhu did not hesitate at all, leading the Sha Gui tribe to rush forward and tear Moke Kasyapa to pieces.

However, in the next instant, the blinding beam of light transformed into a scorching wave, imbued with powerful divine force, which relentlessly poured down on Qin Zhu and the others.

The sudden change caught Qin Zhu off guard, leaving him no time to react and dodge.

Fortunately, he is quite strong.

Shiva's fire did not cause any substantial harm to Qin Zhu.

As for the tribes, they were in a terrible situation.

Without powerful divine strength to protect oneself, even the strongest defense is like a bubble in the face of Shiva's karmic fire; everything in its path turns to dust.

"Good heavens, Shiva is too ruthless. He didn't even give me a chance to pick up the corpse."

Lin Yi, hiding in the shadows, observed the battle between the two sides.

(End of this chapter)