Starting as a prodigy wanting milk? A world-destroying deception in the opposite direction.

A cold, violent, and destructive evil energy surged wildly into Shen Zhen's body, violently clashing with his own mental power and the "despair" quality within him!

His meridians felt as if they were being pierced by countless ice needles, or as if they were about to burst. Strange, eerie green patterns appeared beneath his skin, and blood slowly seeped from his seven orifices.

The immense pain nearly caused him to faint instantly.

But Shen Zhen, with her indomitable will, stubbornly held onto the last vestige of clarity in her soul.

"You're courting death! How dare you blaspheme against divine power!" Seeing Shen Zhen dare to charge back, Garro's sneer intensified, and he moved even faster.

"Fear will devour your soul!"

Before he finished speaking, his final attack erupted, a blood-red gale carrying destructive power, hurtling towards Shen Zhen.

Everyone thought Shen Zhen would be torn to pieces in an instant. Chen Xi even closed her eyes, tears streaming down her face.

But the next second, a bizarre scene unfolded.

The surging evil energy, upon striking Shen Zhen's body, did not immediately destroy him. Instead, like rivers flowing into the sea, it was being devoured and forcibly absorbed by the "despair" mental power within him.

"H-How is this possible?! My power... is draining away?!"

Garro's sinister smile froze instantly, his face filled with horror!

The divine power he had borrowed was dissipating at a visible speed. The crimson gale and blood spear around him were rapidly thinning, the power within his body was rapidly flowing away, and his swollen body was shrinking like a leaky vent. His aura, which was close to the third rank, instantly plummeted, even falling below the previous peak of the late second rank.

Even more terrifying, he felt that his connection with the source of that "fear" was being forcibly severed and plundered!

High in the sky, seeing this, Chief Wolf Batu roared and tried to charge towards the ground:

"Gallo! What are you doing?!"

How could Yi Tianxing give him a chance? His sword flashed like a dragon, cutting off his path.

He Wushuang's expression turned solemn, and he said in shock:

"Brother Yi, your disciple is only at the early stage of the second rank! He already understands the power of space, what an extraordinary talent! Most importantly, he can actually devour and transform negative power... This completely defies common sense!"

Zhao Yi's sword strikes intensified, forcing the high priest to retreat repeatedly, while he gasped in astonishment:

"I've truly seen something new! Devouring evil power, manipulating space... what kind of monster is this kid? Old Man Yi, your disciple's secret is probably out now!"

Yi Tianxing's heart sank; his worst fears had come true. His disciple's astonishing potential and secrets had been laid bare in this fierce battle.

Most importantly, he himself did not expect that his apprentice would be able to absorb that mysterious and terrifying "fear" power.

"Let's deal with the immediate problem first!" he said in a deep voice.

"Useless!" The high priest's face turned ashen, and the fourth elder also panicked.

Shen Zhen stood there, eyes closed, her body trembling violently, the eerie green patterns on her face appearing and disappearing intermittently.

The process of devouring the power of "fear" was extremely painful. That power was violent and evil, constantly impacting his meridians and mind, trying to control him in return.

He felt that his newly acquired power was destructive, extremely unstable, and impossible to control precisely. Every breath was accompanied by the pain of his meridians being torn apart and a heavy mental burden.

At this moment, he is dancing on the edge of a knife.

But he also clearly felt that after the "fear" divine power was forcibly absorbed, it formed a more powerful mental force that nourished his nearly parched body. His power was rapidly recovering and was even more condensed and aggressive than before.

But it is also more dangerous, as if it could turn on you at any moment.

He didn't know what this "fear" power was, but he knew it was his only reliance at the moment, but it came at a huge cost and couldn't last.

"What...what kind of sorcery is this?!" Garro was so frightened that he turned to run away. Having lost his source of power, he was so weak that he could barely stand.

"It's too late to run now!"

Shen Zhen suddenly opened his eyes, a flash of eerie green light appearing briefly in them, filled with a cold and violent aura, and a chilling pressure permeated the entire area.

"Shadow Strike!"

Shen Zhen shouted three times, each word resounding, and the ruler in his hand suddenly burst forth with dazzling white light, which pierced through the clouds and illuminated the entire sacrificial site as if it were daytime.

Before he finished speaking, his figure suddenly split in the white light—one, two, five…

Finally, seven solid figures, as real as the original, appeared.

The movements of these seven figures were more unpredictable than ever before. Seven bolts of white lightning, imbued with newly acquired power, simultaneously locked onto Garro from seven deadly directions, instantly sealing off all his escape routes.

"No--!"

Garro was terrified. He roared and turned around, using the last bit of mental energy left in his body to frantically block with his bone staff.

The illusory figures intertwined, revealing the true form.

With the support of this highly unstable "fear" psychic power, Shen Zhen's attacks were not only stronger, but also carried an additional effect of shocking the mind and inducing deep fear, making it even more difficult for the already weak Garro to defend himself. His movements were slowed down by the sudden palpitations.

Just as he lost his composure and his parry created an opening—

A seventh figure suddenly appeared above his head, and the white light of the Mind Ruler surged, gathering all of Shen Zhen's remaining mental power, and slashed down fiercely like divine punishment!

Garro desperately reinforced his protective blood aura.

"Sizzle!"

The psychic power infused with "fear" easily tore through the blood barrier and pierced into the back of his head.

"puff!"

Black blood gushed out.

Garro screamed and fell to the ground, his life force instantly dissipating. His bone staff was flung more than ten meters away before shattering with a "crack".

Shen Zhen landed, knelt on one knee, propped himself up with a ruler, and gasped for breath. He coughed up a mouthful of blood, and the violent "fear" mental power within him quickly subsided after delivering the fatal blow.

But my meridians felt like they were being frozen and cracked, and I was extremely exhausted, as if I had just been through torture. My vision blurred and I was almost completely drained.

He knew that this method of "stealing" and using external negative divine power placed a huge burden on him, and he would never be able to use it again in a short period of time.

Furthermore, one must quickly engage in quiet meditation to resolve the issue, just as one did when absorbing the power of "despair" before; otherwise, serious consequences will inevitably follow.

High in the sky, Yi Tianxing and the other two were completely moved.

Zhao Yi couldn't help but curse:

"Good heavens, he actually did it! That movement technique, that way of absorbing evil power... I need to drink two jars of liquor to calm my nerves when I get back! Brother Yi, your disciple is a real gem!"

He Wushuang slowly said:

"Exceptional talent is a double-edged sword."

Yi Tianxing looked down at Shen Zhen, who was almost completely exhausted, his eyes filled with deep worry:

"The power of space, the power to devour and transform evil gods... any one of these is enough to attract countless gazes, whether of greed or fear."

"We...we won?" Agutuo was the first to react, scrambling to Shen Zhen's side and kneeling down with a thud, tears streaming down his face.

"My lord! You are truly awe-inspiring! With only the cultivation of a first-tier... no, an early second-tier cultivator, you have defeated such a demon! My reverence for you is as vast as the sands of time..."

"Shut up!" Shen Zhen interrupted him sharply; he was in a very bad state at the moment.

Aguto wisely shut his mouth, but inadvertently noticed something strange in the broken bone staff of the shaman. Everyone's attention was on Shen Zhen at this moment, so he went over and picked up the object and put it in his pocket.

Chen Xi, Ye Zhi Qiu, and the others quickly surrounded Shen Zhen, their gazes filled with shock and lingering fear.

Shen Zhen pushed away Chen Xi, who tried to help him, and walked step by step to Garro's side. He leaned down, whispered in Garro's ear, and said, word by word, in a voice only the two of them could hear:

"Four years ago, when my mother, Lin Wanru, sacrificed her life... I was filled with such fear and despair."

His voice sounded as if it came from the coldest depths of the underworld:

"Now, I'll let you taste what true fear and despair are like."

The psychological power of "fear" within Garro's body surged wildly.

"Huh...no...God...wouldn't..."

The power of "fear," which he had believed in all his life and used to practice evil magic, had now become the sharp blade that ended his life.

This backlash from the roots of his faith, intertwined with the spiritual torment inflicted by Shen Zhen, dragged him completely into the deepest abyss.

The last glimmer of light in Garro's eyes completely dissipated, his breath ceased, and he died with his eyes wide open.