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These two organs drifted aimlessly on the flowing flesh, looking both comical and nauseating.

"Holy...Son...Your Excellency..."

The mouth opened and closed, emitting a faint sound.

It was Xiaoya, a woman from the Blood Slaughter Society who mistakenly believed Ye Ren to be the Holy Son of the Lord of Flesh and Blood and who followed him fanatically.

"It's you."

Ye Ren squatted down, looking at the pile of rotten flesh, his feelings were somewhat complicated.

"Where are the others?"

"They've all...melted..."

Xiaoya's voice was intermittent.

"In search of you... we ventured into the depths of a sea of ​​blood..."

"The power there... was too strong... none of us could withstand it... our bodies disintegrated..."

"They...have all returned to the embrace of our Lord..."

"Only I... am barely holding on..."

"Thank goodness...you're alright...that's wonderful..."

Even though it has become this inhuman and ghostly state, even though its self-awareness is about to dissipate.

Her first reaction upon seeing Ye Ren was actually relief that he was alright.

Ye Ren fell silent.

The Blood Slaughter Society is definitely not a good thing in human perception.

They are cruel, bloodthirsty, violent, and devouring; they are typical cultists.

The reputation of the Flesh and Blood Believers is enough to stop a child from crying at night in the wasteland.

But at the moment.

Looking at this mass of flesh and blood, almost all of whom were wiped out in their search for him.

Ye Ren had to admit that he was moved.

"What a terrible world..."

Ye Ren sighed.

It's ironic that bad people are often more pure than good people.

Just as Ye Ren was about to reach out and try to use his flesh and blood to stabilize Xiao Ya's form.

"Hey? There's someone here!"

A voice suddenly came from behind the ruins not far away.

Immediately afterwards, seven hunters emerged.

Leading them were three individuals, two men and one woman, whose auras were clearly stronger than the others.

The man in the lead was as burly as a bear.

His skin had a rock-like grayish-white texture, clearly indicating that he was a follower of the [God of Giant Rocks].

The man next to him was thin and sleazy, with a somewhat unsteady gait.

As if shrouded in a thin mist, he must be a follower of the God of Mist, with sinister eyes.

And that woman...

She wore a suit of leather armor covered in spikes and held a long whip covered in barbs in her hand.

Her face was flushed with a sickly pallor and a fierce look, and her eyes were filled with disgust for everything, especially when she looked at Ye Ren, where the malice was almost overflowing.

She is a follower of the Goddess of Pain, and takes pleasure in tormenting others and herself.

The seven people spread out in a fan shape, surrounding Ye Ren.

They looked at Ye Ren, who was all alone, with greedy glints in their eyes.

In their view, this young man was neatly dressed and had no obvious deformities.

It's highly likely that he was one of the lucky ones who survived a mutant attack that wiped out the entire team.

Such people are usually the best targets.

"Oi, kid."

The leading rock-crawler grinned, revealing a set of pebble-shaped teeth.

"Don't be nervous, we only want money, we won't kill you."

"Hand over all your supplies and valuables, and we'll escort you back to the city. How about it?"

The man in the mist beside him chuckled sinisterly, "Be smart. Staying alive is more important than anything else."

Ye Ren stood up and dusted off his hands.

He looked at this group of believers who were only at the third level of strength and found it somewhat amusing.

"Just robbing money?" Ye Ren raised an eyebrow. "You guys don't seem like it."

Just then.

The pool of flesh on the ground had lost most of its senses and functions.

Consciousness has become blurred to the extreme, and even the ability to think has been almost completely lost.

But with her last shred of instinct, she sensed the malice these people harbored towards the Holy Son.

"Protect...the Holy Son..."

The mass of rotten flesh suddenly began to writhe violently.

"Pfft!"

Several sharp spikes made of flesh and blood suddenly sprang up from the ground, trying to block Ye Ren's way.

This sudden turn of events startled the group of hunters.

"Holy crap! What the hell is that?!"

The man in the mist shrank back, looking wary.

But soon they discovered that this pile of rotten flesh was already at its last gasp.

Those fleshy spikes were soft and limp, utterly harmless, and disintegrated on their own before they even touched anyone.

"Damn, they're followers of the Blood Slaughter Society?" The rocky man breathed a sigh of relief, then spat in disgust.

The woman who was a follower of the goddess of pain and held a long whip was now like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

Looking at the pool of flesh and blood that tried to protect Ye Ren, his emotions erupted instantly.

"How disgusting!"

She screamed, "You're already in this terrible state, and you're still protecting a man?"

"You lowly bitch!"

"Snapped!"

She lashed out with her long whip.

The barbed whip lashed fiercely at the newly formed chunks of flesh.

"puff!"

Xiaoya, who was barely maintaining her form, was instantly shattered into a pile of scattered minced meat by this heavy blow.

The cloudy eyeball rolled to the side.

"Slap! Slap! Slap!"

The woman did not stop.

"And you!"

She turned her head sharply, her vicious gaze fixed on Ye Ren.

Do you think you're something special?

Ye Ren: "?"

"Today I'm going to skin you alive and use your bones as a pipa!"

Ye Ren: "..."

Damn it, I've run into a lunatic.

"call--"

The long whip, stained with Xiaoya's blood and flesh fragments, lashed out like a venomous snake towards Ye Ren's face with a piercing whistling sound!

If that whip lands squarely, not only will it disfigure you, but your entire head will be smashed to pieces.

The rock man and the mist man did not stop them; instead, they watched the show with their arms crossed and smiles on their faces.

however.

Their smiles froze.

"Smack."

A soft sound.

There were no screams, no flying blood and gore.

Ye Ren simply raised one hand.

That hand that looked fair, slender, and completely unprotected.

He casually caught the powerful whip in mid-air.

The barbs on the whip pierced his palm, but were swallowed by the writhing flesh.

The air seemed to grow heavy in that instant.

Ye Ren slowly raised his eyes.

The playfulness and amusement on his face had completely vanished.

Instead.

It was a desolate, icy place, as still as an abyss.

"Alive..."

"Isn't it good?"

Despite Ye Ren's slender hands gripping the long whip covered in barbs tightly, blood seeped out from between his fingers.

But in the next second, it was completely devoured by the tiny mouthparts that split open in the palm.

Although Ye Ren has already exhausted the time for "words becoming law" today.

This indeed deprived him of that supreme authority that allowed him to disregard the rules and directly alter reality.

But don't forget.

He now has nearly a hundred followers.