Chapter 1044 Mistwalker Envoy (Part 4)

Of course, he wouldn’t retreat because of this and continued to control the Blazing White Demon, eroding the body of the Terrorwolf, having already gained the absolute upper hand. Victory was only a matter of time.

Elsewhere, Adis killed the Pope and retreated from the city with people amidst the chaos, hindered by no one due to the interference of two giant monsters.

Some things are destined.

When Su Changxing arrived here, the demise of the Housheng Sect was already fated.

The size of the Blazing White Demon grew larger and larger, gradually surpassing that of the Terrorwolf, entwined around it, drawing nutrients from the flesh and blood.

Seeing this scene, Su Changxing relaxed a bit, after all, the opponent was a Divine Spirit, and he dared not be careless, even prepared to leave through the Illusory Surface at any moment.

"It’s nothing more than this," he sighed, thinking that even a creature as epic as the Terrorwolf seemed powerful, but its potential also had limits.

Jin gazed into the depths of the black sea surface, glanced sideways at Su Changxing, and reminded him, "Someone’s coming."

A faint sound of water flow came from afar, then grew clearer, like sliding past his ears.

Su Changxing immediately looked in that direction, and it was no coincidence someone appeared here at this moment. Ordinary people couldn’t even see this ship; it was obvious they were coming for them.

It was a small wooden boat, unusually stable amidst the waves, rowed by a person in a black hood, advancing towards them.

The speed was faster than it looked, and they closed in in a blink.

"You shouldn’t be here."

Under the hood was a pair of old faces, blind in one eye, the other seemed cloudy. He looked at Su Changxing, speaking steadily and unhurriedly, his voice calm.

This was an Extraordinary, a Tier Four Extraordinary, and also a Player.

This was still the first Tier Four Extraordinary Su Changxing saw apart from Hongjun. The opponent seemed like a not yet dispersed mist floating on the sea surface.

[Mistwalker envoy: Tier Four, controls twisted power, transcending human nature, existing as immortal.]

Divine Envoy...

Su Changxing sighed, roughly guessing the other’s purpose here: "So you’re here to fight me, for those Divine Spirits... You possess such strong powers, there’s no need to submit to them."

The Mistwalker envoy ceased his movements, dew sliding on his leather coat, gleaming with a cold glow, moving slowly, carrying a rotten scent. He cast a meaningful glance at Su Changxing, then lowered his head, indifferently saying:

"You’ve crossed the line, mortals should act as mortals, not trying to gain powers they can’t control."

"That would cause chaos..."

"Leave this place, and I’ll act like nothing happened. I’m old, and don’t feel like meddling in affairs."

"Leave here, leave this world!"

The words weren’t forceful, even weak, yet vaguely carried immense pressure, with an unrefusable tone.

Before Su Changxing could speak, Jin broke into a strange laugh, cursing: "It’s none of your damn business! This isn’t your place, we go where we please."

Sound reasoning.

Su Changxing said nothing, just gazed quietly at the opponent, his stance obvious. Now, he certainly wouldn’t back down; the clash was set, and even if he retreated, the Divine Spirits wouldn’t let it go easily.

The Mistwalker envoy glanced at them with a sneer: "If that’s the case, forgive me. Godstealer, you’ve gone too far!"

"Your actions have offended a sky-full of Divine Spirits!"

As if a cold wind blew by, a layer of ice formed on the dark sea surface. He moved to the bow, looking up at the stars covering the sky.

Su Changxing wasn’t surprised by the opponent’s appearance; over long ages, some powerful humans always emerged, among whom there would be many submitting to Divine Spirits.

Mortals are ultimately mortals.

Divine Spirits are ultimately Divine Spirits!

Su Changxing asked just one question: "How many of them are there?"

The Mistwalker envoy didn’t avoid it, smiled without reservation, saying outright: "Like the stars in the sky, more than you see, more than you can imagine."

He couldn’t remember how long had passed, how much the world changed over the ages, and he had seen various creatures, among whom strong ones rivaled gods, but in the end, what of it?

He felt Su Changxing ought to submit, just like he did.

"How about now?" the Mistwalker envoy inquired again.

Su Changxing calmly replied, "More than I imagined, it’s not surprising either."

The Mistwalker envoy laughed meaninglessly, his smile radiant and lively, making him seem a few years younger.

High-pitched singing rose with the waves, like thousands of blades arranged staggeringly.

Su Changxing always believed so-called Divine Spirits were just stronger beings, for he already possessed and deeply understood.

So-called faith, so-called churches, even Divine Spirits themselves were nothing but a grand deception, within which he smelled deceit.

It’s truly disturbing, no one knows for sure what hides beneath that thin veil.

Su Changxing’s body slowly separated and crumbled with the night wind, like grains of sand, collapsing onto the decaying deck.