The sub-god Bal, who was prostrate on the edge of the altar, had become weaker and weaker, and he was getting older. The genetic sequence in his body has gradually been sealed, and he has completely degenerated into a high-level supernatural being.

And Zarik, who stood in the center of the altar, already had the power of a subgod. The energy in his body was rampaging like a galloping herd of brute cattle, wreaking havoc within his body that did not match his cultivation.

Zarik's expression had become extremely hideous, his face exuding a strange ruddy color, and even the corners of his eyes were overflowing with red blood.

He slowly turned his head to look at Baal, who was still kneeling on the edge of the altar with his head bowed, a hint of disdain in his eyes. Now Zarik is a veritable sub-god, as long as he can merge himself with the Yaqi snake behind him before he dies violently, he will become a self-aware Yaqi god, a mutant beast with sub-god cultivation.

Baal had grown extremely old, his face still clinging to the pattern that seemed to be beginning to burn by the altar, feeling the pain that seemed to scorch his soul.

But his eyes were still calm, without a trace of panic. Barr knew Zarik too well, this scumbag was scheming and rather egotistical, and he was always self-righteous that he was the yellow finch behind the praying mantis.

However, Zarik seems to have forgotten that how can there be a reckless man who can enter the ranks of subgods in this cruel new era? What's more, Baal, who crossed the threshold of sub-gods with spiritual power.

The success rate of the "cradle" altar is not high, and although his days are short, Baal is not stupid enough to gamble on the illusory death.

But he still chose to sacrifice himself, to sacrifice the subgod cultivation he had gained all his life, and the reason why he dared to do so was because he believed that Zarik would definitely use this altar to devour the energy of his sacrifice and find a way to impact the subgod.

Zarik will succeed, and Barr has even been praying that Zarik will succeed, and if Zarik succeeds, then Zarik, who has eaten enough food provided by Barr on the way to starvation, may become another Barr.

has sub-god cultivation, as well as a strong body and vigorous vitality.

It didn't matter if Zarik realized this, Baal hadn't entered the altar, and it didn't seem like Zarik had enough time to kill Old Bal, who had degenerated into a mid-tier Adequate.

He had to concentrate on resisting the onslaught of tyrannical energy in his body while devouring the jealous Yaki snake behind him.

Zarik was in an extremely awkward position, and with a slight wave of his hand he could now destroy the old man at the edge of the altar who had raised his head and looked at him with a smile, as easily as if he had pinched an ant to death.

But his body was completely out of control under the impact of the rampaging power in his body. He had to give up the idea of killing Baal and start devouring his consciousness as a killing angel immediately, or he would most likely die violently.

The Killing Angel and his master are of the same mind, and the head of the fierce Yaqi serpent dancing wildly in the air showed a hint of struggle, but the control from the depths of the bloodline finally made it slowly lower its head and prostrate in front of Zarik.

Zarik's not burly body was already covered with terrifying blood marks, and with the tilt of the ability in his body, it finally turned into a thick blood mist with a "bang".

Blood splattered, flesh flew sideways, and a mist of blood obscured the low-hanging snake head of Yaki Okami, and quickly soaked into its body.

Baal stood up, but didn't take a step, he still stood at the edge of the altar, looking at the blood-red snake on the altar, with a satisfied look in his eyes.

"Lord Zarik, you are a genius! I am very impressed by your ingenuity in crossing the chasm of the gods, and I am sincerely amazed! ”

Barr whispered softly to the Yaqi Orochi, whose body was trembling in the blood mist, and whose eyes were tightly closed.

No, it might be more appropriate to call each other Yagi God now.

The hideous eight-tailed blood-red giant snake finally opened a pair of red snake eyes, and the other seven heads were still hanging limply on the ground.

"Barr!"

Zarik's voice came from Yagi God's body, his voice low and trembling, with an irrepressible look of excitement.

"Zarik, Your Excellency Amandina's path to godhood is not something anyone can imitate, at least not before you reach her talent, and only after eating enough dream prey."

Amandina's path to godhood?

Luo's eyes, which were still staring at him in the distance, narrowed slightly, and he thought of the black ocean he saw in Twilight, and the red-breasted bird.

Could it be that Arandina also stepped into the divine position in this way? So is her body the ocean or the bird? Or is it both?

Lo had no intention of moving forward now, he felt that now was not the best time to strike, although he might be able to easily kill Baal who only had mid-level strength now, but he was still afraid of the snake.

Moreover, Baal's Angel of Killing, the hurricane-like swarm of poisonous flies, seems to have disappeared from the land.

Barr should still have enough hole cards to make a move until the serpent, who should be called "Zarik", forces Barr to show all his cards.

Of course, Zarik thought of what Lowe could think of, but just as well as Barr knew him well, he knew Barr's character very well.

Baal is a cunning, vicious, and insatiable sub-god, but he also has a weakness of character that is almost unknown, and he is afraid of death.

It is precisely because of the fear of death that Barr always maintains that state of drowsiness, and it is precisely because of the fear of death that Barr thinks of going to the ruins where this "cradle" altar is located to be reborn.

It was because of his fear of death that Barr chose a swarm of poisonous flies that he felt was extremely safe enough to give him an extra life.

"Bal, you want to devour me, right? Your self-confidence should come from the food I ate that you gave alms. And your killing angel should have been hiding in some inconspicuous corner of the land. Or to put it bluntly, the current you are just the poisonous fly that can withstand enough mental power, and the real you should be hidden in that stream, right? ”

Barr was not surprised by Zarik's words, Zarik was right, Barr had sat by the stream long enough that he had made sure that it would not hurt his self-defenceless consciousness in the slightest.

What reassured Barr was that the only uncertain element of this exploration, Lowe's breath, had appeared on the edge behind him. It was far enough away from the creek that there was no chance that Lowe could reach the stream before Baal devoured the snake in front of him.

Zarik's words made Lowe know Baal's hole cards, and he turned his head to look in the direction he came, sensing the stream from afar. He couldn't sense Baal's hidden consciousness, but he did perceive two bright, fast-moving points of light.

It's the two Gellos who have the same heart as Lor, and the Gellos who are close enough to that stream!

Lowe smiled, and he thought maybe it was time to make a pleasant deal with Barr.