Madmen don't keep diaries

Chapter 340, Page 339: The Fear of Eclipse

In a three-against-one situation, it was clear to everyone that the Wind and Rain Goddess was at a disadvantage.

Feng Xiuhu was anxious. He grabbed Mr. Hui's hand and raised the kitchen knife: "Quick, give yourself a few more hard blows."

Mr. Gray, being righteous, was about to strike without saying a word, but was stopped by Erosion: "It's no use, you can't help her with this much."

Feng Xiuhu turned around and asked in surprise, "Why did you come out?"

Eclipse stared at the Wind and Rain Goddess, who was unable to move in the sky, its tiger eyes flashing with a fierce light: "The mist is weakening her consciousness, waiting for her to completely lose the ability to resist before seizing power."

Feng Xiuhu said anxiously, "Didn't you say that Her Majesty could win?"

Shi paced back and forth anxiously: "I never expected the truth to appear... Now only Xi Jun can save her."

Feng Xiuhu asked, "Can Xi Jun come?"

Shi Chong growled at him, "Can't come, you idiot."

Feng Xiuhu wasn't angry. He pointed to the sky and said, "But they don't know that."

Shi was stunned.

Feng Xiuhu took out the lucky silver coin and asked, "How long can this money last you?"

……

Has Xi Jun disappeared?

This question is like an ant gnawing at the heart, making the god of truth desperately want an answer.

As the Wind and Rain Goddess was trapped by the Fist of Truth and the rhythm of rules on her body was about to dissipate, the God of Truth's gaze gradually deepened.

If she doesn't appear by now... is she really gone?
"Hurry up."

Sensing that the anchor point of the divine power polymer was about to collapse, the God of Truth urged again.

The God of Mist, still recovering from serious injuries, was now exerting all his strength to activate the power of the mist: "I am trying."

The God of Truth solemnly instructed, "Don't linger in Sail City for too long. The Eastern God will soon find out what happened here. Bring the Divine Seal back first..."

"Roar--!!!"

Before the words were finished, a deafening tiger's roar resounded throughout the city.

The God of Truth shuddered—the familiar commotion almost gave him a shock.

When I subconsciously turned my head to look, the enormous tiger shadow, like a nightmare, had already pounced, its blood-red maw snapping down at the arm where divine power was gathered.

The bitten area immediately turned reddish-brown and quickly spread towards the God of Truth.

"Erosion God!"

The God of Truth's voice betrayed his panic. With a loud bang, he deliberately blasted his divine arm into countless points of light.

As the divine arm dissipated, the figure of the Wind and Rain Goddess fell downwards—the God of Mist dared not look at her again and immediately dispersed into a cloud of mist, fleeing in another direction.

"Roar!"

Another tiger's roar echoed, and the erosion, as large as a mountain, transformed into a streak of red light, which plunged into the mist with lightning speed.

The mist in mid-air churned and struggled, but in the blink of an eye it was completely stained reddish-brown.

The next moment, the figure of the God of Mist fell from the brown mist and landed on the Broken Wave Bridge.

His body, both his clothes and his skin, was covered in varying degrees of rust, and he was curled up on the ground in pain.

The brown mist expanded and coalesced into a massive, corrosive body.

He placed one of his front paws on the Broken Wave Bridge, with the God of Mist beneath his claws, and then raised his head to look at the God of Truth in the sky.

"Ho..."

A threatening growl escaped his throat: "Truth, you've crossed the line."

The God of Truth remained silent, striving to maintain his composure.

A wisp of wind swirled up the city wall, revealing the figure of the Goddess of Wind and Rain. She staggered two steps toward Shi's head, ignoring the powerful enemy beside her, and anxiously asked Shi, "Where is Xi Jun?"

Shi glanced at her and replied in a deep voice, "We'll be there immediately. Don't let them escape." Feng Yu Niangniang perked up: "That's exactly right."

As soon as the words were spoken, the God of Truth immediately took action.

The newly formed divine arm reached out to grab the Wind and Rain Goddess once more, but she raised her sword and unleashed a whirlwind in an attempt to force it back.

But the God of Truth ignored it, letting the hurricane sweep and cut along his arm, his divine power being quickly stripped away—this time, however, it wasn't aimed at the Goddess of Wind and Rain at all, but rather his hand went straight for the God of Mist.

He wants to save people.

The Goddess of Wind and Rain saw through his intentions, waved her hand and threw her weapon. The sword turned into a streak of light and flew away, piercing the body of the God of Mist before the giant hand could reach him, pinning him firmly to the bricks of the Broken Wave Bridge.

Immediately, the Goddess of Wind and Rain made a hand gesture, and a hurricane rose from the sword, blocking the giant hand.

While the two were locked in a struggle, Shi set his sights on the Seven-Colored Scale.

He stepped into the vast ocean of the port area, pacing back and forth like he was surveying his prey.

With most of its body submerged in the water, the Seven-Colored Scale looked at Erosion with apprehension.

The erosion's tail disappeared into the sea, stirring up slight ripples, and a low roar came from its throat: "If I had known this would happen, I shouldn't have spared your life in the first place."

The seven-colored scales created a series of bubbles in the water: "This is between me and Feng Yu, and you promised not to interfere."

"But you shouldn't have dragged Western gods into this."

The fierce light in Shi's eyes grew even stronger, as if he were about to pounce at any moment: "This is a rule set by Xi Jun. When she arrives, you'd better have another explanation to convince her."

Seven-Colored Scales fell silent. After a moment, he glanced at the God of Truth in the sky and said, "To us, there is no difference between Eastern and Western gods—unfortunately, that doesn't include you."

"Roar--!!"

Enraged, the erosion swung its tail down at the seven-colored scales, but it was too late. The seven-colored scales dove into the sea and disappeared, leaving only a high spray of water.

Unable to vent his anger, Shi turned his head and looked up at the sky, his fierce gaze sweeping across the heavens.

With a powerful leap, he charged toward the God of Truth.

Its enormous body hung on the mirror of the divine polymer, its sharp claws leaving deep cracks on it, where rust began to spread.

However, no one noticed at the time that the spread of rust had slowed down considerably compared to the beginning.

"You can't leave."

As the Eclipse extended its claws toward the central pupil, the God of Truth, still unable to determine a victor in the struggle against the Wind and Rain Goddess's fierce resistance, finally made a decision.

"Erosion God, please give my regards to Xi Jun."

The God of Truth uttered his final words, and the giant eye in the sky immediately closed, then dissipated into a sky full of starlight.

He eroded back to the ground, turned his head and glanced in the direction of the Broken Wave Bridge. His solid body gradually became ethereal and soon disappeared.

Before long, the Goddess of Wind and Rain appeared with the wind, but she did not find Shi's figure—but instead saw Feng Xiuhu naked in the alley next door.

Feng Xiuhu peeked out from the shadows of the alley, covering his private parts, and awkwardly greeted them, "What a coincidence? Could you help me find some clothes first?"

The Goddess of Wind and Rain ignored him and flew away again.

If it weren't for finding the Eclipse, she wouldn't have rushed over—the God of Mist was still nailed to the Broken Wave Bridge, and she couldn't leave for too long.

No sooner had the Empress left than Mr. Gray emerged from the alley.

“I sensed his fear.”

Mr. Gray looked at Feng Xiuhu cautiously.

Feng Xiuhu, puzzled, asked, "Who?"

"God of Truth".

Mr. Gray lowered his voice, as if afraid of disturbing something: "He is different from the Goddess of Wind and Rain and the God of Mist."

"I only realized now... that he and I, and the Seven-Colored Scale, are the same, so I can empathize with him."

(End of this chapter)