Madmen don't keep diaries

Chapter 448 447 The Sharpness of the Awakening Son
Boom!

A bolt of lightning struck the garden, transforming into two streaks of electricity that shot out to the left and right, seemingly drawing a purple line across the garden.

The ripples, carrying the power of erosion, were unable to advance an inch when they reached this point.

Zi Jinshe stepped forward, holding a magic hand seal, and said expressionlessly, "Thunder roars, demons bow their heads, why do you not kneel?"

Shunzi rubbed his arm, which was gradually losing its numbness, and got up from the ground, muttering, "What kind of talk is this? Making someone kneel before even hitting them? Who's that stupid?"

Shi didn't find it strange, and explained, "His consciousness has become one with his divine will—or rather, he no longer has a normal consciousness, and his divine will is just a puppet without emotions and desires, which only acts according to the instinctive will of the possessed person."

Shunzi was stunned: "Isn't that just a simple-minded idiot?"

Shi nodded: "You can interpret it that way—this fool is going to leave your lives here, so why don't you run?"

"oh oh!"

Shunzi realized what was happening and quickly pulled Fang Youliu, who was full of suspicion, outside.

Upon seeing this, a glint of lightning flashed in Zi Jinshe's eyes, and she pointed her magic spell towards the sky.

A blinding flash of lightning suddenly appeared, and several bolts of lightning fell one after another. The lightning condensed and did not disperse, forming a pillar of lightning that surrounded the three people in the middle and blocked Shunzi and Fang Youliu's way.

There's no escape.

As Zijin She slowly uttered the words, a crackling sound of lightning rang out, and bolts of lightning shot out, forming an electric net that created a cage-like enclosure.

Zi Jinshe slowly approached and came to the outside of the cage. He put his hands together and then opened them to the sides.

Purple lightning crackled and solidified in his palms, and as Zi Jinshe reached out and grasped it, a true "thunder spear" appeared in his hands.

Shi remained silent and made no move.

Shunzi was getting anxious: "If you really can't beat them, at least say something. What's the point of just staring blankly?"

"What do you mean?"

Shi grinned and actually reached out to touch the lightning pillar in front of him.

As soon as the palms made contact, a red light immediately spread, and the originally shimmering purple-gold electric cage was covered in red within moments.

"Of course we'll wait for him to come over on his own."

As soon as he finished speaking, Shi clenched his fist, and all the red lightning bolts instantly converged in his hand, transforming into a spiked brass knuckle duster.

Shunzi saw it clearly; the spikes on the brass knuckles were clearly hook-shaped, more like the claws of a ferocious beast than spikes.

Shi chuckled softly, “Jingzhe Lang is too fast. I’m really worried I won’t be able to catch up with him before he even gets close.”

"Fortunately, it was just a wisp of a not-so-intelligent divine thought."

Upon hearing this, Shi suddenly sprang to his feet.

Zi Jinshe felt a red shadow approaching, and the knuckle duster in her field of vision suddenly magnified.

His pupils suddenly contracted, and he took half a step back, raising his gun to smash it down.

boom!
A burst of red and purple lightning erupted between the two, and the immense impact sent them flying backward, leaving clear scorch marks on the ground with the soles of their shoes.

On the other hand, Zijin She simply braced the butt of her spear against the ground to steady herself.

Shunzi asked anxiously, "Are you sure you can do it? If not, I'll help you too!"

Shi looked a little embarrassed: "Why haven't you left yet?"

Fang Youliu quickly pulled Shunzi outside: "Let's go!"

Shunzi only saw that Shi was forced back, but Fang Youliu's eyesight was better—although Zijin She on the other side was standing with his gun against him and did not seem to have taken a step back, there were clearly four claw marks on his chest.

Zi Jinshe lowered her head, staring blankly at the wound on her chest.

A moment later, he raised his head again and pointed the Thunder Spear at the Eclipse opposite him: "Again." The Eclipse habitually shook its neck hair, but only its head swayed from side to side. Looking at the phantom of Jingzhe Lang opposite him, it couldn't help but laugh: "Young true gods are different. They have much more vigor than those old fogies who have lived for a long time."

A wisp of divine thought cannot understand these things, and since Erosion did not make a move, he took the initiative to launch an attack.

He lowered his body and made a hand seal with one hand: "The sound has not yet arrived."

With a blur, Zi Jinshe vanished from her spot, leaving only a streak of purple lightning.

Shi's gaze sharpened, and he immediately turned to look.

Zi Jinshe suddenly appeared, her hand still forming a magic seal: "Lei Xianxing!"

As the spear slashed down, Shi instinctively raised his fist to block, but upon contact, he felt powerless, and Zi Jinshe's figure was dissipating before his eyes.

It was yet another afterimage.

By the time he realized what was happening, it was too late, and Shi thought to himself that something was wrong.

The next instant, Zi Jinshe's figure appeared behind him with a flash of lightning. The lightning spear was poised to thrust upwards, and Shi felt a numbness in his waist. He was immediately blasted into the air.

Turning around to look back, all he saw was a burst of lightning—Zi Jinshe, who had arrived first, had already caught up with him, carrying a lightning spear.

In mid-air, the lightning illuminated the two figures, their shadows intertwining, and they were separated at the slightest touch.

Shi clutched his chest and landed first.

He reached out to look and saw a hole burned through his clothes, the flesh inside charred black—he had just been pierced through the chest by a lightning spear, and if his body hadn't been extraordinary, he would have been charred through and through.

Not far behind, Zi Jinshe landed steadily.

He turned to look at Shi's retreating figure, then walked over with his gun: "Again."

Before she finished speaking, Zi Jinshe's head suddenly tilted to the side and drooped to the side.

Upon closer inspection, four claw marks were visible on half of his neck, held together only by the remaining skin and flesh. Suddenly, when he moved, his head fell off.

Blood spurted from his cavity like a fountain, but Zi Jinshe seemed oblivious. After taking two steps with his head hanging limply, his body suddenly collapsed, and he knelt on the ground, his eyes still fixed on Shi. Blood gushed from his mouth, and his words were already slurred: "Again......"

Bang.

His body collapsed, limp and lifeless.

Silently sensing the situation, and confirming that his divine sense had dissipated, he took off his knuckle duster and threw it onto the corpse.

The knuckle duster transformed into red specks of light, covering the corpse, which quickly turned into rust powder scattered all over the ground.

Outside the garden, Shunzi and Fang Youliu peeked out from behind the wall. Seeing that the outcome of the match was decided, they quickly ran back.

Shi fought a completely chaotic battle, without understanding anything before engaging in a firefight with Jingzhe Lang. He was just about to ask Shunzi what had happened.

Just as he was about to speak, his vertical pupils suddenly rolled back and returned to normal.

"Wow! They haven't left yet?"

Feng Xiuhu grinned: "Where's Zijin She? Where were you guys chatting?"

Fang Youliu pointed expressionlessly to Feng Xiuhu's feet.

Feng Xiuhu looked down and saw rust powder flying everywhere. He quickly jumped back and patted his trouser legs, saying, "What is this? Don't get my clothes dirty."

Worried that Fang Youliu would see through their deception, Shunzi quickly spoke up to remind him, "Brother, Zijin She has already been killed by you, shouldn't we leave now?"

Feng Xiuhu was taken aback: "Really?"

Shunzi kept giving him meaningful glances, and Feng Xiuhu finally recognized what the rust powder on the ground was.

Seeing Fang Youliu squinting at him, Feng Xiuhu puffed out his chest: "Who does Zijin She think she is? I can easily handle even the God of the Night!"

(End of this chapter)