"Calling yourself an angel...you're just a lucky guy."

Sun Yan swung his long spear, striding towards Balian by the wall.

"You put angel blood into your body, killing so many mortals to extend your life. You're not a god, you're a demon."

Sun Yan swung forcefully, the spear piercing directly into Balian's chest, passing through his back and nailing him to the wall.

"How dare you say that, I am a god! A true god!"

Spat blood from his mouth, Balian roared angrily at Sun Yan's words.

Mo Lihai Dharma punched immediately, caving in Balian's entire face, making his features unrecognizable.

"Does a god need to kill mortals to sustain their life? You don't have the power of immortality, you're just a struggling devil."

Sun Yan lifted Balian's body with the spear, tearing open his wounds.

Hearing Balian's words, Sun Yan showed disdain: "If you were truly who you claim to be, why hide deep in the forest, why not come out and rule the world and all humanity? Why not spread your power to the humans outside, spread faith throughout the world?

If I'm not wrong, you lack such strong ability, it's not that you don't want to do it, but you simply can't. The military's attention alone would be enough to kill you with mere artillery shells, you pseudo-god."

"Uh, cough cough!" Balian grasped the spear shaft with both hands, blood continually spraying from his mouth: "How dare a mere mortal comment on me! I will kill you! You will pay for your actions!"

Plop!

Suddenly, another pair of wings burst from Balian's back, the four wings spread like four large hands towards Sun Yan's body.

If Sun Yan had seen this move for the first time, he would have suffered and faced even death.

But having witnessed Shen Sanjing's death, he's on guard against Balian and won't repeat Shen Sanjing's fate.

The same mistake only needs to happen once.

Mo Lihai Dharma played the Jade Pipa in his hands, sound waves scattered, instantly shattering Balian's wings.

Sun Yan forcefully pinned his spear into the wall, and Mo Lihai punched violently, hitting Balian's face.

His entire face exploded instantly, unable to withstand Mo Lihai Dharma's power.

Inside Balian, a large amount of thick blood flowed out, splattering, seemingly sensing fear, the blood moved on the ground, trying to escape.

But Sun Yan wouldn't give it the chance, Balian's body was just a shell, the blood inside was the root of all problems.

Even though Sun Yan came to Northern Europe without a magical artifact, having the Mo Lihai Artwork was even better.

Buzzing!

As Mo Lihai played the pipa, sound waves rippled, the blood immediately ignited in a fierce fire, engulfing it in flames.

A sizzling sound arose, the blood shrunk smaller and smaller until revealing something resembling a 'caterpillar.'

It rolled in the fire, soon losing all movement.

When the caterpillar died, those puppet believers, long devoid of internal organs, collapsed stiffly to the ground.

Clearly, the master's survival determined if they would truly die.

"What exactly is this?" Zhao Chuan Yi said in confusion, walking beside the worm.

The worm was about palm-sized, long white threads grew on either side of its body, resembling its limbs.

This insect was something no one had seen before, linking it to Balian's mention of the meteorite, one couldn't help but suspect this could be some alien creature.

"Zizzing!"

Suddenly the worm squirmed, its mouth emitting painful cries, startling Zhao Chuan Yi into a shiver. Realizing what's happening, he angrily stomped on the worm with his foot until its juices splattered, ensuring its death.

"Wow, this thing's life force is too strong." Zhao Chuan Yi said, still frightened.

Sun Yan walked to Shen Sanjing's side, at this point the big-hearted chubby guy was on his last breath, his chest heaving like a bellows, eyes unfocused as he looked at the approaching Sun Yan.

"I can't save you, even if the blizzard outside stops now, sending you to the city hospital wouldn't save your life."

Sun Yan crouched down, examining Shen Sanjing's wounds, shaking his head.

"Cough...I never thought...I'd die in a place like this, damn...Sun Yan, actually, I have a secret. That Wind Stabilizing Pearl was actually for myself, the boss was just an excuse. I saw you needed it too earlier. In return for me killing this monster and avenging me, I'm going to die anyway, can't use it now, I'll give it to you..."

Struggling, Shen Sanjing patted his pocket, uttered his last words, then the head tilted lifelessly.

Sun Yan closed Shen Sanjing's eyes, silent.

Though they had known each other for only a few days, Shen Sanjing's straightforward and generous nature made him a decent friend.

It's genuinely a pity to die at Balian's hands now.

Searching Shen Sanjing's pocket for the Wind Stabilizing Pearl, Sun Yan couldn't help but sigh.

He really needed this item, but genuinely didn't want to acquire it in such a way; it was truly too tragic.

"What's that smell?"

Bai Qianqian sniffed, looking around in confusion.

Seeing this, Zhao Chuan Yi quickly took a sniff and soon noticed the air was filled with a scorched scent.

After a few seconds of stuttering, Zhao Chuan Yi was shocked: "Not good! It seems like something is on fire."

Sun Yan stuffed the Wind Stabilizing Pearl into his pocket and hoisted Shen Sanjing's corpse, heading back the way they came, with Bai Qianqian and Zhao Chuan Yi hurrying to keep up.

When they reached the castle hall, they saw that the outside was already ablaze, several robed men and women holding torches, and with ferocious looks, grinning at Sun Yan saying: "You've killed our master—all must die with him, stay and be buried with him."

"There are still remnants of Balian here." Zhao Chuan Yi rolled up his sleeves intending to rush forward and deal with these people.

Facing a monster like Balian, more ghost than human, he might have been a bit timid, but dealing with a few normal beings, Zhao Chuan Yi felt no psychological pressure at all, directly rushing forward and pounding his fists on a fanatical believer.

To Zhao Chuan Yi's fists, not only did the believer not resist, but even lay on the ground, allowing Zhao Chuan Yi to hit him at will, with a devout expression on his face.

It felt as if he was going to die alongside Balian.

After all, Zhao Chuan Yi was a normal person; when he got tired, he stopped and cursed breathlessly: "Madmen, this place is full of madmen."

"Let's go, this group has already been brainwashed too deeply by Balian, this fire is essentially them choosing to be buried with Balian."

Sun Yan carried Shen Sanjing's body, striding towards the ancient castle's entrance.

Unexpectedly, the believers who lay on the ground initially wanting to die suddenly went crazy upon seeing them leaving, rushing up to grab Sun Yan's legs, trying to stop them.

"You won't get away! Today you'll die here with our master; all of you must die!"

Sun Yan frowned without any intent to indulge them, directly kicking off the believers clinging to his ankles.

At this moment, the fire inside the castle was raging; staying here a moment longer really meant being buried with Balian.

Sun Yan and the others rushed out of the castle, not far from the entrance when they heard a rumbling collapse, something fell inside the castle, blocking the castle's gate.

In no time, the fire surged out of the castle's windows, gradually engulfing the whole ancient castle in a sea of flames.

Seeing this, Sun Yan and the others couldn't help feeling relieved; if they'd delayed even a little, they'd likely be trapped inside the castle.

"There's a car—I wouldn't linger here, let's go."

Zhao Chuan Yi ran to a BMW X7 parked in the courtyard, took out the key, opened the door, and got in directly.

Sun Yan looked puzzled: "Where'd you get the key?"

"Heh heh, knowing Balian was suspicious, I pocketed the car key while searching the castle, just in case it comes in handy, and look—it really is useful now, hop in, let's descend the mountain immediately."

Zhao Chuan Yi showed a smug smile, grinning with satisfaction.

"But it's still snowing on the mountain road; we can't drive out, can we?" Bai Qianqian asked.

"It's better than staying here, let's go—the proverb says 'the car finds a way when nearing a bridge,' how can people be trapped by problems?"

As Zhao Chuan Yi stepped on the gas, he immediately drove the car breaking through the courtyard gate, down the winding mountain road.

Although snow had accumulated on the road, fortunately, the cars in Balian's castle were equipped with snow tires.

With Zhao Chuan Yi's skilled driving, they drove all the way to the mountain's base; the snow ahead had accumulated over three meters high—even a tank couldn't pass through.

Everyone inside the car couldn't help but feel somewhat hopeless; without a professional rescue team, they absolutely couldn't leave this primitive mountain by their own efforts.

It's simply that Balian chose such a perfect location for the castle, an exceptionally isolated place.

Even if someone died here, it'd probably be difficult to investigate.

"What should we do now?" Zhao Chuan Yi released the steering wheel, speaking helplessly.

"Let me try." Sun Yan thought for a bit, once again summoning Mo Lihai's Dharma Aspect.

Mo Lihai plucked the Jade Pipa, instantly shattering the snow on the road ahead, forcibly opening a path for the car.

Zhao Chuan Yi's expression turned both surprised and delighted: "Is this for real? You're incredible."

As he stepped on the gas, the vehicle quickly disappeared into the vast snow.

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