I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

Chapter 4111: Chapter 1944: Crushing Advance (Part 3)

The battle had clearly just ended, perhaps stopped by the Demon Ancestor with a shout, and the collapsed corpses’ life forces were quickly drained by the Thousand-Hand Seamstress.

Only three of them were left standing.

"The Divine..."

A voice called beside the ear again, clearly not from any of the three present.

Was it You Yuan’s voice?

Or the Demon Ancestor’s?

The Divine temporarily ignored it, glanced at the Lord of West Street, the Thousand-Hand Seamstress, and then looked at the two Liu Guifen.

"The Divine Almighty!"

Liu Guifen, after being startled, exclaimed in shock, as if seeing the savior descend, hurriedly pointed at the Thousand-Hand Seamstress and said:

"She went crazy out of nowhere. We were all getting along here just fine, and then she suddenly attacked, killing everyone."

"Siniang and I had to protect ourselves with a spiritual array, Divine Almighty, if you had come a bit later, we would be dead!"

The Divine slightly frowned and looked at the Thousand-Hand Seamstress.

Life force?

Diabolical Force?

"Heh heh heh..."

The Thousand-Hand Seamstress covered her mouth and chuckled lightly, stepping forward, just about to speak.

The Divine reached out, pressing forward in the void.

The atmosphere suddenly froze, and the body of the Thousand-Hand Seamstress stiffened.

Looking again, she only felt that standing in front of her was no longer a human but a fierce beast ready to pounce.

She instinctively stopped her steps, her foot hovering in mid-air, unable to step down, even the words in her throat were choked.

Liu Guifen dared not step out of the spiritual array, seeing the Divine Almighty looking back at them, knowing what he wanted to ask, immediately said:

"Five Decays of Heaven and Man, Lei Xi’er, they’re below!"

"We’ve been here for some time, the ground cracked once, swallowing both of them into the next level, we’ve tried everything, but we can’t open the passage to the eighteenth level."

"Oh right, and the Lord of South Street, that Corpse Man was also swallowed into the next level."

The eighteenth level...

The Divine tapped the Overlord in hand, probing the ground’s strength.

Before any action could be taken, from the side, the heavy steps of the Thousand-Hand Seamstress hit the ground with a bang.

"The Divine!"

Both being street lords, a raise of a hand by him, and she was subdued.

The Thousand-Hand Seamstress, realizing it, felt slightly embarrassed and angry, if it were before it might have been fine, but now...

"Enough, The Divine!"

"You all, if you still want to live, go back, go up, maybe you can still save your life!"

The Thousand-Hand Seamstress approached step by step, those arms behind her like tentacles of varying lengths, twirling embroidery needles between fingers, her expression relaxed, natural, and easy-going.

As if everything was under her control, even The Divine was no exception, would become one of her defeated underlings.

But she suddenly became furious.

Because the Divine didn’t even turn his head, only leaving her with a side face.

The Divine continued to stare at Liu Guifen: "This spiritual array alone can’t block the Lord of West Street, they are either down below or dead, you are still here, yet still alive."

Liu Guifen was dumbfounded, then panicked: "Divine Almighty, I’m a good person, I have some means, this has nothing to do with the Demon Ancestor!"

Still talking...

You dare to speak...

The Thousand-Hand Seamstress suddenly stopped in her tracks, staring hard at the back of the Divine’s head, unable to contain her anger, reaching out a hand, tossing a flying needle to shoot.

Bang!

A loud bang sounded in the void.

Nobody saw what happened, the Thousand-Hand Seamstress’s hand was severed, falling to the ground with a slap.

The Divine didn’t even turn his head, glancing toward Wu Siniang: "And you?"

Wu Siniang shivered sharply, unable to take her eyes off the suddenly severed hand of the Thousand-Hand Seamstress, instinctively said: "I have nothing to do with this..."

"Ah!"

From behind, the repeatedly ignored Thousand-Hand Seamstress chose to strike in anger.

This time, she flew out ten hands toward the back of the Divine.

Bang bang bang...

In an instant, all were severed, landing on the ground.

"Impossible!"

"This is impossible!"

The Thousand-Hand Seamstress widened her eyes.

This time, the three of them saw clearly.

The Divine only used a single fingertip, lightly tapping in the void, she had yet to make a move, and her hands were broken.

As if as soon as the muscles twitched, the intent to strike, the desired effect, was all seen through by the Divine, each move was strangled in its cradle.

"The Divine!!!"

The Thousand-Hand Seamstress leaped up, a thousand hands spread out behind her, transforming into a sky-covering curtain, each embroidery needle glinting with sharp light...

Bang bang bang!

In the blink of an eye, all were severed.

The severed hands fell to the ground, scattering like a rain of worms.

"Ah——"

Intense pain surged, the Thousand-Hand Seamstress hadn’t had time to use life force to restore her severed hands...

Bang bang!

Her legs were broken too.

Bang!

Her waist was slammed down as if struck by an elbow, folding in half, her head hit her buttocks, the spine was broken.

Bang!

Her throat bone was indented, like being chopped by a hand knife, the whole thing caved in.

Her eyes, large like bronze bells, bulged forward, almost flying out.

"Mmm—"

Impossible!!!

Like a bird with broken wings, she fell to the ground, remaining in terror.

The faces of the Thousand-Hand Seamstress were filled with disbelief, being both street lords, herself being the Lord of West Street, he being the Lord of East Street.

The difference could be expected, but how could it be so huge?

Moreover...

"Boom!"

The Diabolical Force exploded.

The life force surged.

Among the two great Ancestral Gods’ forces, the remnant body of the Thousand-Hand Seamstress was quickly repaired, her expression becoming more ferocious, half-saint position slowly floated above her head.

"The Divine, just by yourself..."

Whoosh!

The shadow of the baton passing through the sky flashed in the eyes of the three, stopping all sounds in the arena.

Upon landing again, the semi-saint position that had been floating was smashed into the neck and chest of the Thousand-Hand Seamstress by the Overlord, then shattered out under her buttocks.

The whole massive body of the Lord of West Street was broken in half on the spot, rubbing against the floor and exploding away to the sides.

The Overlord’s remaining force didn’t diminish at all, smashing into the ground, blowing the entire seventeenth level’s ground apart, shattering the barrier of this level of the inverted pagoda.

Boom! Boom!

With the sweeping force, the two halves of the Thousand-Hand Seamstress’s exploded body further exploded like fireworks in the distant sky, blowing into a sky full of flesh and blood.

Life force, Diabolical Force, didn’t provide any protection.

At the same time, after the Overlord was retracted, a hole was already cut open leading to the eighteenth layer of the inverted pagoda.

The eighteenth layer wasn’t a world, but a magic liquid pool.

Inside, magic liquid bubbles boiled, soaking three figures with vacant eyes, namely Lei Xi’er, the Five Decays of Heaven and Man, the Corpse Man.

The Diabolical Force frantically drilled into the three of them, their souls, and consciousness, however, seemed extracted, only left with unconscious spasms.

"Gulp."

Liu Guifen swallowed saliva, also convulsed suddenly.

His gaze retracted from the magic liquid pool of the eighteenth layer, from the three bodies, his corner of the eye swept again at the thoroughly dead Thousand-Hand Seamstress on both sides, she was undoubtedly strong...

"Turn it off!"

"Turn off the barrier!"

Liu Guifen kicked Wu Siniang, couldn’t wait and immediately left ridiculously alone, rushing out of the saint-level guardian spiritual array.

I am the Lord of the Northern Realm...

Pride stuck in the heart, the body was very honest.

Liu Guifen looked at The Divine, whose eyes were still fixed on him and Wu Siniang, unhesitatingly kneeled, raised his hand and began to swear:

"Divine Almighty, I, Liu Guifen, absolutely, absolutely, haven’t been polluted by the Demon Ancestor, Medicine Ancestor, nor have I ever laid hands on the Five Decays of Heaven and Man, Miss Lei... I! Swear!"