Slay the Gods: The spokesperson for Zhulong, starts with the God-killing Gun

Chapter 342 Made of paper, so light! (Page 12)

As the last trace of the Shadow Law was completely refined, the boiling anomalies around Zhang Yun in red began to gradually subside.

The twisted, writhing fleshy tentacles slowly retracted into the body, and the carbonized shadowy skin receded like a tide, revealing the original jade-like skin.

The ferocious bone dragon on his back let out a resentful roar before finally turning into wisps of black smoke and dissipating into the air.

"call--"

Zhang Yun let out a long breath, and the turbid air he exhaled condensed into a cloud of black mist in the air, within which countless tiny vengeful spirits could be vaguely seen struggling and dissipating.

He looked down at his hands and saw that the shadows and lines under his skin were fading away at a visible speed, returning to a healthy wheat color.

With a rustling sound of clothes rubbing together, the red dress, torn to shreds by the aftershocks of the battle, miraculously repaired itself as if it were brand new.

The dragon pattern embroidered with gold thread on the scarlet fabric shone slightly, completely suppressing the last trace of shadow power.

He casually flicked his sleeves, the fabric tracing graceful arcs in the air, completely concealing the fierce battle he had just endured.

"Finally..."

Zhang Yun raised his hand to tidy his somewhat messy hair. As his fingertips brushed against it, a few strands of hair that had been eroded to gray by the shadows regained their black luster.

A familiar, lazy smile curled at the corners of his lips, and his eyes and brows regained their former dashing charm.

Even the bloodstains from the battle had vanished as specks of golden light.

The most astonishing change was in his eyes—the pupils that were originally burning with golden flames and as black as ink had now completely regained their clarity.

However, upon closer inspection, one might notice a glint of darkness occasionally flashing deep within his pitch-black pupils—proof that the laws of shadow are perfectly mastered.

"That's more like it."

Zhang Yun chuckled and dusted off non-existent dust from his sleeves, transforming back into the elegant young man in red.

Only the shadow on the ground, which was sometimes twisted, silently testified that what had just happened was not an illusion.

He strolled towards the cabin exit, his clothes fluttering as the chilling aura he exuded vanished completely, as if the demon god who had devoured heaven and earth had never existed.

Zhang Yun, dressed in red, stared at the shadow power slowly flowing in his palm, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously turned up.

Those liquid-like shadows danced between his fingers, sometimes coalescing into tiny skull faces, sometimes dispersing into wisps of black mist.

"Wow, this time we've really struck it rich..."

He muttered to himself, his voice revealing undisguised pleasure.

With a slight thought, the shadow in his palm suddenly extended into a slender tentacle, nimbly wrapping around the broken bronze ship pillar beside him.

The bronze pillar, which was as thick as three people could hug, was corroded by the shadow at a speed visible to the naked eye, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a pool of rusty water.

"I never expected to encounter a bronze ship formed from the corpse of a supreme god."

Zhang Yun gently stroked his chin, his gaze sweeping over the slowly dissipating ship wreckage around him.

The bronze fragments still bore strange remnants of flesh and blood, which were now convulsing violently like maggots exposed to sunlight.

He crushed a piece of wriggling flesh with his foot, making a sickening "plop" sound.

"So after directly devouring this divine corpse..."

He suddenly opened his arms, and a dense power of shadow surged around him.

The black mist intertwined behind him as if it were alive, vaguely coalescing into a blurry phantom of a god. The phantom vanished in an instant, yet it caused the entire space to tremble.

"There are also many shadow laws for extraction and absorption."

Zhang Yun looked at the numbers jumping on the [Law Furnace] with satisfaction: [Shadow Law 90%].

Each time the number flashed, the shadow beneath his feet distorted, sometimes splitting into several strands, sometimes expanding into the shape of a giant.

"It reached 90% directly!"

He suddenly snapped his fingers, and the shadows in the entire space instantly began to boil as if alive.

The shadows on the wall detached from their physical forms and intertwined on the ground to form eerie totems;

The shadows cast by the scattered weapon remnants suddenly erupted, tearing the main body to shreds.

Zhang Yun, dressed in red, watched this scene with an even deeper smile in her eyes.

He casually straightened his collar, and the restless shadows immediately returned to their original places obediently, as if the strange change had never happened.

Zhang Yun, dressed in red, stood in the center of the gradually dissipating bronze ship wreckage, reaching out to catch a piece of shadowy fragment that drifted down.

The fragment turned into a wisp of black smoke in his palm, seeping into his body along the lines of his skin, bringing a bone-chilling cold.

"What a pity..." He narrowed his eyes, sensing the newly acquired shadow power within his body, "If it weren't for the damaged divine corpse, which had already been refined..."

A terrifying scene flashed through his mind:

A complete supreme god stood in the void, his body shrouded in pure shadow laws.

Those laws moved like living things, each strand containing world-destroying power.

Just imagining it made him break out in a cold sweat.

"If it's about directly killing the main god..."

Thinking of this, his right hand unconsciously clenched. His knuckles made a crisp "crackling" sound, and a wisp of shadow spilled out from between his fingers, outlining the shape of a shadowy longsword in the air.

But in an instant, the phantom disintegrated—with his current strength, he was simply unable to maintain this level of manifestation of the laws.

"It's possible to directly obtain a complete Law of Shadow."

Zhang Yun, dressed in red, shook his head with a wry smile.

He could sense that although the 90% of the Shadow Laws within his body were powerful, it was like a broken puzzle, always missing the most crucial part.

As those shadowy forces flowed through the meridians, they would occasionally create a subtle sense of stagnation.

“Of course…” He looked up at the void, his eyes becoming profound, “I was just thinking about it.”

As an avatar of the original Zhang Yun, he knew all too well what a god-level existence meant.

That level of power transcends the realm that can be explained by common sense.

The residual pressure from that divine corpse almost caused him to capsize in the gutter.

"After all, we're facing a real, living god..."

He subconsciously touched his chest, where his clothes still bore a mark of being corroded by shadow.

This was left over from the battle just now. If the source of the Candle Dragon hadn't been activated in time, this clone would probably have been reduced to ashes long ago.

"I am merely an avatar of the original..."

As he said this, a self-deprecating smile appeared on his face.

Although he was already a fearsome and powerful figure in the eyes of outsiders, he was still as insignificant as an ant in the face of a true supreme being.

"Confront the supreme god? Let alone kill him..."

He suddenly shivered, as if he felt the gaze of some unseen being, the feeling of being stared at by a higher-dimensional being, which made the hairs on his body stand on end.

"I just hope I don't get beaten to death."

He spoke those last words very softly, almost as if he were holding them in his mouth.

Zhang Yun, dressed in red, took a deep breath and suppressed those unrealistic thoughts.

He straightened his robes, turned and walked into the void.

With each step he took, the shadow beneath his feet automatically paved a path, carrying him slowly away from this collapsing, misty abyss.

...

On the other side, in Anta County.

Zhang Yun and Lin Qiye, dressed in black, slowly descended the damp rock face, surrounded by a decaying and chilling aura.

Their footsteps echoed through the empty cave, each step stirring up fine dust that floated in the dim light.

"This is it." Zhang Yun, dressed in black, suddenly stopped and said in a low voice.

Before them stood a majestic bronze gate, its surface covered with mottled patina, the dark green rust as shocking as dried blood.

Wisps of black mist seeped from the cracks in the door, carrying a chilling aura. Twisted runes were carved on the lintel, each character seemingly writhing in agony.

Lin Qiye frowned and stepped forward, placing his hand on the cold door surface. The moment his palm touched the bronze surface, he felt a sharp pain—the seemingly ordinary patina was actually corroding his skin.

He pushed hard, but the bronze door didn't budge, not even making a sound, as if it were integrated with the entire rock wall.

"I can't push it open." Lin Qiye withdrew his hand, looking at the red marks on his palm caused by corrosion. "This door... is strange."

Zhang Yun, dressed in black, slowly stepped forward, his fingertips lightly tracing the patterns on the door.

The seemingly chaotic ravines suddenly glowed with a faint green light when he touched them, vaguely forming a hideous ghost face pattern.

His black robe fluttered without wind, and wisps of black mist seeped from his cuffs.

Zhang Yun, dressed in black, twitched his lips almost imperceptibly, using the action of adjusting his cuffs to conceal the barely suppressed smile on his face.

Beneath his wide sleeves, his fingers gently rubbed together, as if anticipating the start of some exciting show.

"Seven Nights..." he chuckled inwardly, glancing out of the corner of his eye at his companion who was studying the bronze gate. "This isn't your cup of tea."

Lin Qiye was intently examining the patterns on the door. As his slender fingers traced the strange runes, his brows furrowed more and more.

He was completely unaware of the mischievous glint in Zhang Yun's eyes behind him.

Zhang Yun, dressed in black, was suppressing his laughter until his chest felt tight.

He imagined what might happen soon:

Lin Qiye trembled as he lifted the coffin lid and saw that face... his wife... Just seeing that face made his gossip-loving soul burn brightly, and he almost couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Ahem..." He cleared his throat casually, subtly shifting his gaze. "The bronze door won't be able to..."

Before he could finish speaking, his gaze was suddenly drawn to an inconspicuous shadow beside the bronze door.

There, the scratches left by the queen ant's huge chelicerae on the black giant wall are still clearly visible.

At the base of the city wall, a huge, dark hole hung from the edge, with wisps of slime shimmering with an eerie blue light.

"Your dish is in Fengdu!"

Zhang Yun, dressed in black, hummed a little tune to himself as he walked briskly toward the cave entrance.

He deliberately stepped on a piece of dry bone on the ground, making a crisp "crack" sound.

Sure enough, Lin Qiye immediately turned around alertly.

"This way." Zhang Yun, dressed in black, waved without turning his head. The hem of his black robe swept across the slime at the entrance of the hole, making a "sizzling" corrosive sound. "The queen ant is very considerate in leaving us a VIP passage."

As he bent down and crawled into the hole, he finally couldn't help but reveal a sly smile.

On the damp tunnel walls, the phosphorescent moss made his expression all the more vivid—like a cat that had just stolen some fish.

"Your wife is sleeping soundly!"

This thought almost made Zhang Yun, dressed in black, choke on his own saliva.

He quickened his pace, afraid that Lin Qiye would notice something amiss.

A faint rustling sound came from deep within the tunnel, like countless insect legs crawling, or perhaps... a gentle breathing sound.

Zhang Yun, dressed in black, had eyes that gleamed in the darkness.

He could almost foresee Lin Qiye's strange, blank expression soon.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yun, dressed in black, was so excited that he almost tripped over his own feet, and quickly pretended to stumble to steady himself.

"Watch your step," he warned, feigning seriousness, but his voice betrayed a barely concealed amusement. "We're almost there."