Ch. 1192 - Stuffed To Death
“The World-Devouring Ghost God,” someone from the Ghost God Collegium muttered, glancing at the others.
“Didn’t they say the World-Devouring Ghost God Race was extinct? How can there still be one alive?”
“Yeah, that race was wiped out tens of thousands of years ago! If the Seven Gods Collegium is sheltering a World-Devouring Ghost God, are they trying to start a war with the Three Divisions?”
For a moment, everyone whispered in disbelief. No one had expected that Hong Yu was actually from the World-Devouring Ghost God Race.
Within the Ghost God Heaven, there were countless branches of Ghost Gods. Legend had it that the Ghost Gods were originally humans, mutated by the divine radiation that remained after the war between the Gods and the Ghosts.
Whether that was true or not, no one could prove it. The true origin of the Ghost Gods had always been a mystery.
Wu Daozi sat nearby, chuckling. “Chancellor Feng, what boldness you have, taking in even a World-Devouring Ghost God.”
“What’s the problem?” Feng Buxiu turned to him calmly.
“Have you forgotten the tragedy of the Three Divisions?” Wu Daozi asked.
“It’s still vivid in my memory,” Feng Buxiu replied.
“As long as you remember,” Wu Daozi warned. “The mistakes of the past should serve as a warning for those who follow.”
“I don’t care for lofty sayings,” Feng Buxiu said. “We are an academy, our duty is to teach all who come to learn.”
“Chancellor Wu, your attitude is not fitting for a head of an academy.”
“Are you lecturing me now?” Wu Daozi shot back. “Under my leadership, the Ghost God Collegium has flourished. I don’t need your advice. It’s the Three Divisions that should be your concern.”
“Enough talk,” Feng Buxiu said coolly. “Every academy governs itself in its own way. We walk different paths, there’s no point in arguing.”
After that, both men fell silent and turned their eyes to the battle on the willow platform.
When Hong Yu transformed into the World-Devouring Ghost God, he opened his enormous mouth and inhaled sharply. A limitless suction force burst out, forming violent whirlwinds that seemed strong enough to rip the colossal Heavenly Willow from its roots.
But the Heavenly Willow was no ordinary tree, it glowed with green light, anchoring itself deep in the ground to resist the suction. The surrounding willows, however, weren’t so lucky. They were all torn from the soil, some even snapping in half, and swallowed whole by Hong Yu’s massive mouth.
Up on the viewing platform, Feng Buxiu’s face turned grim. Even they dared not get too close to that monstrous mouth. He held up the Wind-Stabilizing Pearl, forming a barrier in front of himself to block the violent storm.
At the center of it all, Xu Zimo bore the full brunt of the gale. He narrowed his eyes and drove his weapon, Shadow Tyrant, deep into the earth.
Yet the storm only grew stronger. Even though the blade was buried nearly a hundred meters down, the sheer force still dragged it through the soil, carving a straight line across the ground.
As the distance between him and the giant mouth shrank, Xu Zimo’s gaze sharpened.