Chapter 650 - 667: Am I Right?

Chapter 650: Chapter 667: Am I Right?

It came without warning. No enemy in sight, not even a whisper of killing intent.

A Beastman walking just behind and to the left of Bai Wanwan stopped dead in his tracks. For a fleeting moment, a flicker of excruciating pain flashed through his hollow eyes.

Then, as if his bones and soul had been ripped away, he crumpled silently, hitting the ground with a dull THUD before falling utterly still.

Before Bai Wanwan could even react, a second fell, then a third... It was as if an invisible scythe from the Netherworld was reaping lives with cold precision, moving faster than the eye could see.

These powerful Beastmen couldn’t even utter a scream. Right beside her, one after another, they collapsed in stiff, unnatural postures!

In their final moments, clarity returned to their eyes for a brief instant, but it held only boundless terror and confusion before their gaze went vacant.

It all happened too fast, too bizarrely!

In the blink of an eye, the more than twenty Beastmen who had just been surrounding her were now all warm corpses.

They lay strewn about the forest floor in a deathly silence.

Bai Wanwan jolted to a halt. The blood in her veins seemed to run cold as a chill shot from the soles of her feet to the crown of her head.

’What happened?’

But Roger, who had been leading the way, had an even more extreme reaction.

He whipped around, and the moment he saw the scene, the color drained from his face completely.

His eyes filled with utter horror and a kind of... dawning despair.

"Impossible... So fast..."

A faint tremor laced Roger’s voice. Acting on pure instinct, he lunged to Bai Wanwan’s side, partially shielding her with his body. His gaze, wild like a cornered beast’s, darted around the empty woods as if searching for the invisible, terrifying presence.

"It’s him!" Roger’s voice was strained, thick with a profound sense of helplessness. "He knows... He’s come in person!"

Just then, an indescribable, terrifying presence washed over them. It was a mixture of decay, bone-chilling cold, and absolute authority, surging in from all directions like a tangible tide to blanket the entire area.

The air grew thick and viscous, and even the light seemed to dim.

A deep, rasping voice, seething with boundless fury and icy killing intent, cracked like thunder above their heads:

"Roger!"

"And... the disobedient little female."

"You two... have... quite the nerve!"

As the voice faded, the monstrously huge and deformed Beast God, his skin covered in disgusting pustules, emerged like a specter from the shadows ahead.

With every step he took, the vegetation beneath his feet instantly withered and blackened.

His eyes, hidden amongst the fleshy tumors, burned with a raging fire, pinning Roger and Bai Wanwan in their glare.

"Roger, you dare betray me! And run off with the little female," the Beast God’s voice grated like grinding metal. "It seems I’ve been... far too merciful with you!"

A terrifying pressure bore down like a mountain. Bai Wanwan struggled to breathe, her body trembling uncontrollably.

Roger stood protectively in front of her. Though his face was just as pale, his back was ramrod straight. His knuckles were white from how tightly he clenched his fists, a clear sign of the immense pressure he was enduring.

The Beast God’s gaze swept over the corpses on the ground before finally settling on Roger. His expression was a mixture of cold indifference and the fury of one who holds the power of life and death. "How would you like to die?"

He stretched out a massive, nauseating hand covered in pustules. An invisible force instantly bound Roger and Bai Wanwan, rendering their struggles futile.

Roger struggled to turn his head. Seeing the pain on Bai Wan’s face, anger flared in his eyes.

"Wanwan, don’t be afraid!" he whispered, wanting to tell her he had a plan but terrified the deformed Beastman would overhear.

Roger’s expression shifted rapidly. After a deep breath, he plastered a look of terror and submission onto his face. He abruptly dropped to one knee, his voice laced with a perfectly-timed tremor.

"Great Beast God, please calm your rage! I never intended to betray you. Everything I did... it was all just to trick this cunning female, to make her lower her guard so I could learn her secrets!"

As he spoke, he gestured with a finger toward Bai Wanwan, who was bound beside him.

Bai Wanwan’s mind reeled with shock and uncertainty, ’Is he telling the truth or not?’ but her survival instinct kicked in, and she immediately chose the most beneficial reaction.

She played along, instantly erupting in a "furious rage." She struggled against her bonds as if trying to lunge at Roger, her voice shrill and filled with the "humiliation" of being deceived. "Roger, you despicable, shameless male! You dared to trick me? To use me?"

The Beast God’s gaze shifted between the two of them, finally settling back on Roger. His voice was low and dangerous. "Oh? And did you... get the information I wanted?"

"I did! It’s right here!" Roger replied hurriedly, as if eager to prove his loyalty.

He carefully produced a pre-prepared Energy Stone from within his clothes. It emitted a faint glow and was about the size of a cub’s head.

The moment the Energy Stone appeared, the very space around it seemed to distort slightly.

"You see, this is the key to her secret..." Roger said, holding the Energy Stone and respectfully offering it forward.

The Beast God’s attention was drawn to the stone and the immense, pure energy it contained. He subconsciously reached out to take it, his concentration wavering for a fraction of a second. In that instant, the tables turned!

As if activated by an invisible hand, the massive Energy Stone erupted with a blinding light and an indescribably terrifying wave of power.

An invisible force field, like a cage, instantly enveloped the unsuspecting Beast God!

"GRAAH!" The Beast God let out a roar of shock and fury. He tried to break free but found the energy field was like a quagmire, severely restricting his movements.

Worse, a certain frequency emitted by the Energy Stone seemed to be clashing violently with the dark energy within his body.

Veins bulged on Roger’s temples; it was clear that maintaining this trap was taking an extreme toll on him.

He stared intently at the Beast God, who was struggling within the energy field, his form beginning to destabilize. Roger’s voice was filled with long-suppressed hatred and the grim finality of revealing his trump card. "A month ago, I discovered that this Energy Stone isn’t just one of your sources of power... it’s also the natural nemesis of the warped power inside you! Am I right?"

As if to prove his point, under the powerful influence of the Energy Stone, the Beast God’s already disgusting skin began to "boil" violently like sewage. The pustules, large and small, swelled and ruptured at a visible rate, oozing a yellow-green pus and releasing an even more nauseating stench!

His form grew more distorted and unstable as he let out agonized roars.