When time pauses, what do you think?
If you could extract the thoughts of all the esteemed readers, you could probably compile them into a book.
And this book already exists in the real world, it's called "Criminal Law".
In fact, when time pauses, you can't think of anything.
Consciousness is anchored in Existence, and the essence of Existence is time.
When time solidifies, existence is absent, consciousness is unaware, and people lose all thought, turning into statues of flesh and blood.
This experience is terrifying, because someone caught in time stagnation might feel like they have died.
But it might not be that terrifying, because this person probably won't realize they've fallen into time stagnation.
Who knows how long passed? For Cheng Shi and the others, it might have been an instant, but for the Fear Demonss, perhaps a lifetime...
The effect of localized fast-forwarding slowly ended, and Song Yawen, hiding behind Cheng Shi, gradually regained clarity of consciousness.
The moment his ability to think returned, He felt the ultimate blooming of Death.
The Fear Demons corpses overhead fell one after another, bloodless rotten flesh mixed with countless tentacles surged into this still clean space.
The aura of the deceased assailed them, so thick it was like a colloid, making Song Yawen's spirit tremble from the depths of his soul.
"What level of Death domain is this?
Does this level of Death domain truly Exist??
If He unleashed a big move, wouldn't He summon the True God of Death???"
After three consecutive moments of shock and doubt, Song Yawen didn't waste any time. He deeply remembered Cheng Shi saying that this strike would be the key to saving them.
Watching the tentacle monsters, with no more flesh and blood to eat, frantically wriggle towards the six of them, Song Yawen took a deep breath, and his eyes instantly turned pure black.
Harvest state, activated!
He stretched out his hands and tightly gripped his own neck.
With a "crack", his neck was mercilessly snapped by himself.
Subsequently, this standing "corpse" of Song Yawen began to slowly dissipate. The surrounding dense Death aura instantly boiled, cold winds howled, green light surged, and in the blink of an eye, a giant black scythe with an aura of destruction appeared above everyone's heads.
Cheng Shi and the others had just recovered at this moment. Looking at the Death scythe suspended above their heads, everyone's breath hitched.
Big.
Too big.
They had never seen such a terrifying Death scythe. Even the small skull decoration at the end of the handle looked like a colossal statue carved from a mountain.
Not to mention the blade shimmering with a faint green light, it looked like a swift blade capable of slicing planets.
Even in the 2100 bureau, Cheng Shi had never seen such a large Death scythe!
Now, the only thought in his mind was to pray that Song Yawen wouldn't go crazy and send them all off together.
"Souls rest in peace, life ends! Funeral, harvest!"
As the seemingly faint prayer echoed through heaven and earth, the giant scythe, carrying the murmurs of the undead, swung down.
Except for the area where everyone stood, the entire visible ruin experienced an instant of collapse.
Like a shattered mirror, spiderweb cracks spread.
Immediately following...
Sounds of lament embracing Death rose one after another, echoing through the sky. Countless enormous tentacle monsters that had fed on flesh and blood closed their eyes, as if falling into a peaceful sleep.
Death is never an earth-shattering event.
The moment the scythe swung down, their life flames quietly extinguished.
People died, the scythe vanished.
Only a few seconds passed from start to finish.
However, the rising aura of the deceased around them had not yet dissipated. These auras twisted and surged, gathering once again, condensing Song Yawen, who should have been "Dead", back into Existence.
He fell from mid-air, gasping for breath and drenched in sweat. The moment He landed, He collapsed crookedly into the blood and grime, his body twitching incessantly.
Nangong, who was closest, instinctively wanted to pull him up out of Healer's instinct. As soon as her hand touched Song Yawen's wrist, she found his body was unusually healthy, even in peak condition, as if at his prime.
His twitching wasn't due to exhaustion after a desperate ultimate move, but rather the climax of excitement.
"Awesome — — Awesome — —
I felt as if I saw the countenance of the Lords, saw Him seated on the Bone Throne, granting me a giant scythe.
Awesome — —
Cheng Shi, you are too awesome!!!"
He panted roughly, struggling to get up, his limbs flailing as He said:
"Just that one strike, my entire life, it was worth it..."
Cheng Shi smiled faintly upon hearing this. Nangong, looking quite disgusted, let go of Song Yawen's hand.
Chen Chong and Cao San Sui were still immersed in the world-destroying scythe strike they had just witnessed, unable to extricate themselves for a long time. It wasn't until the Fear Demons flesh and dead tentacles were about to engulf them that Chen Chong lifted the half-dead Cao San Sui and stood up from the blood and grime.
"So... solved?"
He still couldn't believe it. So many Fear Demonss, such a massive army, just all gone like that?
What exactly happened just now?
Looking at Chen Chong's curious gaze, Cheng Shi said with a grin:
"Don't think about it, you won't want to know what happened. Also, the matter isn't resolved. The Skeleton Army won't see the right wing army disappear, they will likely send others to investigate the situation. We need to leave quickly."
He likewise grabbed the struggling Xia Wan, who was rolling on the ground, and pointed to her swollen belly, calves, and back, saying seriously:
"Our combat strength is severely damaged. Cao San Sui, Nangong, and Xia Wan have all lost their combat ability. The two of them are okay, but Xia Wan's condition requires immediate treatment. We need to retreat first and find a place to regroup."
Song Yawen was still immersed in the excitement of his world-destroying strike just now. Hearing Cheng Shi's urgency, He blurted out:
"But isn't there still you?"
Cheng Shi, carrying Xia Wan on his back, his face darkened.
"What can I, a 1500-point Healer, do?"
"???"
Song Yawen was dumbfounded. Pointing to the horrific scene outside, which resembled hell, He stammered:
"You... You... This thing... Didn't you do all this?"
As He spoke, his tone distorted, "If you're 1500 points, I'll cut off my head and let you kick it like a ball."
Chen Chong's face also darkened. He carried Cao San Sui on his back and pulled Nangong, walking out without any hesitation, while thinking to himself:
This person indeed has strength, but He loves to show off too much, which is annoying.
What's more annoying is that He manages to pull it off every time!
The victor's banter wasn't irritating, mainly because the environment didn't allow them to linger excessively. So, everyone struggled, wading through the muddy ruins drenched in blood, stumbling eastward as they fled.
When they were standing in the center of the Death domain, they didn't have such a direct feeling. It was only as they stepped out of this hell of flesh and blood, one step at a time, that they truly realized what Cheng Shi had just done.
Meat chunks, dismembered bodies, slime, black blood.
The group was like walking into a museum, where everything related to blood and flesh was exhibited in various forms and objects. Not only was it beyond imagination, but it also frequently challenged the sensitive stomach nerves of a normal human.
This scene could no longer be described further.
Just this one time, the 5 people present gained a new understanding of Birth.
Could this be a lawful True God?
Even Xia Wan, a follower of Birth, looking at this nauseating scene, couldn't help but want to...
"Ugh — —"
The first to vomit was Nangong.
She was already extremely weak from self-harm. At this moment, as her legs rubbed in the mud of flesh and blood, the fishy and rotten smell that flooded her nasal cavity didn't bring her the guidance of decay, but rather a nausea that made her want to vomit.
After the first shot was fired, the scene once again spiraled out of control.
"Ugh — — Ugh — —"
Everyone couldn't hold it in anymore.
Especially Chen Chong, in order to leave this hell as quickly as possible, He rushed forward while vomiting. He carried one person on his back who was also vomiting, and held the hand of another who was also vomiting. The triple chorus of vomiting severely grated on his Ears, driving him to the brink of collapse.
"Xia Wan, you must hold it in, this is the work of the Lords, it's guiding you..."
"Ugh — —"
"..."
Cheng Shi felt a warmth on his shoulder, followed by a twitch on his face.
"Your mom... your mom must feel very sorry for you..."
Xia Wan, enduring the violent struggles of the "life" being "conceived" within her, said weakly:
"My mom is Dead... She dedicated herself to corruption..."
"Ah, this..."
Cheng Shi felt a wave of regret in his heart because of his rude Mouth: I really deserve to die...
"Compared to my mom, you might as well worry about my daughter, She might be about to descend..."
Cheng Shi's face darkened, and He shouted towards the front:
"Chen Chong, get ready! Xia Wan is giving Birth!"