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Chapter 529, The Miracle of Shining Gold
The blood was turbid, deep, and viscous.

As it rolled, it covered Xiao Yang's entire body.

The third eye on his forehead was already bloodshot.

Not long ago, Xiao Yang briefly lifted all restrictions.

In the grasp of the pale arm, he plucked out one of the eyes of the god of war.

Now, Xiao Yang still holds that eye in his hand.

It has a sticky, slippery texture and an indescribable stench.

The god of war was unable to grow his eyes back.

Empty eye sockets, dark and hollow, with a cold expression, the two were not far apart.

A few steps forward, a few steps forward, and he simply pressed himself against Xiao Yang's face.

Xiao Yang is in a very bad state right now.

He was bent over, his body trembling uncontrollably, breathing heavily, like a tattered rag doll that could breathe.

Fine cracks crept onto his body once again.

If it weren't for the crimson flesh and blood, he would have been reduced to a pile of rotten flesh by now.

The violent power comes from the various powers unleashed by the god of war.

"Fear, horror, slaughter, sacrifice..."

These chaotic forces flowed freely through Xiao Yang's body.

In fact, Xiao Yang is still able to stand firm.

This is simply a miracle.

Even for a god, such an injury, with all sorts of divine wounds running rampant in the body, is an absolute way of seeking death.

They brought far more than just physical harm.

Each of these factors represents a prolonged and unavoidable weakening process.

[Fear Scars: Strength level reduced, damage decreased]

[Shocking Scars: Significantly Increased Chance of Extraordinary Loss of Control]

[Scars of Slaughter: Defense level reduced, special defense effects weakened]

[Sacrifice Wounds: Causes continuous loss of life and heals the one who caused the damage]

One by one, item by item.

Dense and numerous, shimmering on Xiao Yang's thin body.

Countless divine wounds, in various colors, climbed across Xiao Yang's body.

Xiao Yang was not unfamiliar with such injuries.

But not that one time...

"So colorful."

This is also a major reason why mortals find it difficult to contend with true "gods".

Even though rumors of god-slaying occasionally surface.

Often, it is arcane mages and sorcerers who ultimately make the move.

Even now, if all these densely packed divine marks were to take effect smoothly, Xiao Yang's attributes would all be reduced to negative numbers.

The only attribute of his that was not diminished or suppressed was that remained.

"Spirit."

If we consider various professions, skills, and equipment as manifestations of power.

Therefore, the base must be the attributes themselves.

These gods who have completed their ascension can easily suppress and destroy such a foundation.

Without the foundation, the system that was rooted in the attributes and grew outwards is lost.

No matter how magnificent and stunning the effect can be, it will inevitably collapse in an instant.

The lush tree collapsed in an instant.

[Beyond Imagination]

This is indeed a force that manifests miracles.

It truly lives up to its name.

As Xiao Yang was branded with divine wounds that took effect one after another, his attributes began to decline.

With the body shattered and the crimson flesh exerting its full power, soft tendrils sprouted from the flesh, pulling and tugging at each other to barely maintain the body's existence.

A dazzling golden light shone forth.

The golden light suppressed the colorful divine scars that had been etched into the face.

It did not grant Xiao Yang the power to destroy the world.

Xiao Yang sometimes felt that his domain and epic were too simple and unadorned.

There is almost no initiative.

There was no exaggerated scene or awe-inspiring presence.

But today, it was indeed this that gave Xiao Yang the possibility to continue fighting. A bright, shining light.

All that remained was that bright golden light.

This is the power of miracles.

This is the power of those who exceed expectations.

"stand up!"

Xiao Yang was still able to stand up.

It lacks the exhilarating feeling of a tough protagonist rising from a hard-fought battle, reminiscent of a classic action manga.

There was no loud, roaring declaration.

Xiao Yang just felt very tired.

I'm tired from head to toe.

The God of War did not launch a sneak attack, but took advantage of Xiao Yang's shaky posture.

There is a reason for this, of course.

Because he had just returned from his divine form.

Because he was so precarious, he could fall completely into the sea of ​​his soul at any moment.

He grinned.

Facing the god of war on the opposite side.

As a declaration of his return, Xiao Yang didn't preach anything to himself.

Mocking the enemy is always more motivating than inspiring yourself.

"Come!"

They even had the mood and energy to mock the opposing God of War.

This difficult battle will continue.

That awful guy.

………….

Of course, Xiao Yang is capable of fighting gods; he has even killed gods before.

It must be admitted that the opponents he faced before were not complete, and were somewhat flawed.

"Plague rats".

In a grand ceremony, the Silver Tree, which had lost the world's favor, fought for hundreds of years to complete its transformation from a multitude to a single entity.

On the eve of their imminent success, they were ambushed by Xiao Yang using a silver crossbow.

"A beast of plunder and occupation."

Just as it crawled out, the entire god, having just recovered a sliver of life from its corpse state, like a bursting pimple emerging from its old body, was still in the process of transformation when Xiao Yang found it and beat it to death.

"God of Spikes".

A true country bumpkin who has just crawled out from the edge of the heavens and from the wild world.

They might not even understand their own pantheon, and just came here in a daze.

"A greedy stomach."

A product of self-contradiction, the final product of an imperfect distortion.

It's a chaotic beast.

Let me list them out...

Suddenly discovered.

Xiao Yang's reputation as a quack doctor in the delivery room was well-deserved.

It can no longer be described as a sneak attack while the opponent was in a bad state.

Absolutely.

"Kick the lame man's good leg hard, and unleash your full power in the delivery room."

Until then.

The period when you abandon your comfort zone and begin to change your style is often the most painful and agonizing time.

The God of War is currently clearly in its complete form.

"A god who dwells in the kingdom of God."

Moreover, it can be considered one of the most powerful among the many gods.

Facing an enemy like this feels completely different from before.

"I almost got beaten to death."

The truly appropriate offensive logic.

“Wait for the Salvation Army to press forward, exhaust the power of the God of War’s followers, and force Him to actively use His divine kingdom, join the battle in His true form, and step into the battlefield.”

Of course, we're not entirely without confidence; we also have another strategy.

"Liberate yourself and fully embrace the divine form of the evil god devourer, becoming a god equal to the god of war."

(End of this chapter)