Humans are devouring and selling off the heavens

Chapter 297 Damn it, it's the creator of the main god!

Chapter 297 Damn it, it's the creator of the main god!

Earth, water, fire, and wind surged violently, like the chaotic scene at the beginning of the universe. Countless turbulent energy currents intertwined into a net, turning this 100,000-kilometer-long starry sky into an energy purgatory. All matter was completely dissolved, leaving only the churning earth, water, fire, and wind.

Under this power, the material space and time seem to be collapsing.

Almost no material can withstand this force.

At the core of the collision, the light was dazzling to the extreme, and even space itself was crushed into wrinkles by this force. Countless tiny spatial cracks spread like a spider web, devouring everything around them.

But in the aftershocks of this earth-shattering collision, a black, mangled body flew out like a kite with a broken string, even faster than it had come!

That's a clone of Zheng Zha!

The half of his body that had exchanged blows with Zheng Zha had been reduced to dust by the energy backlash. The remaining remains were covered with hideous cracks, and black flames flickered like candles in the wind at the wounds, trying to repair his shattered body. But each attempt to repair it was accompanied by an even more terrifying power that intertwined around his body, causing his body to burst open with several more wounds.

The positive and negative energy he gathered was even greater than the true essence and magic power possessed by Zheng Zha, so why was he the one who lost?!

Zheng Zha stood firmly amidst the earth, water, fire, and wind, completely unharmed. He gazed calmly at the flying, mangled remains of his clone.

"You don't understand."

Zheng Zha's voice pierced through the raging earth, water, fire, and wind, clearly entering the clone's mind.

"Your enhancement target is not your physical body, and your spiritual light is not my Hidden Dragon Transformation. Although your fierce flames can create all things and transform all forces, they cannot improve your physical functions, let alone withstand the backlash from the creation of the primordial world. You should not have used this move to fight me."

"Haha—so what?"

The clone of Zheng Zha's remains barely held steady in the starry sky. Black flames surged wildly, and his wounds healed at a visible speed. A disdainful sneer appeared on his face, and his eyes were filled with a crazy stubbornness.

"I possess the Flame of Wrath, my negative power is inexhaustible, and it can repair the body almost without loss. Your power will also be absorbed by my Flame of Wrath. How long can you last?!"

Upon hearing this, Zheng Zha shook his head, a hint of helplessness flashing in his eyes.

Indeed, the one who understands you best and hates you the most is always another version of yourself.

He took a slow step, and with a flap of his dragon wings, he instantly cut through the churning earth, water, fire, and wind, as if traversing space, and his figure appeared in front of the clone's remains.

Before the clone could react, he grabbed it with his large hand!

"Sizzle—"

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The Fangyan, which had been wrapped around the clone's wounds and trying to repair the body, collapsed instantly as if it had encountered its nemesis. Not only did it fail to resist, it flowed directly into Zheng Zha's body like a river returning to its source.

"What?!"

The clone Zheng Zha's pupils suddenly dilated, his mutilated face filled with extreme horror, a strange hoarse sound came from his throat, and he even stopped breathing.

"How is this possible?"

Zheng Zha actually absorbed his own spiritual light and malevolent flames. Streams of negative energy were transformed into pure true essence and magic power in Zheng Zha's palm, replenishing his energy consumption.

Zheng Zha's lips curled into a faint smile, a hint of pity in his eyes: "Heh, my brother, just like you said, you can use the Primordial Chaos, so why can't I use the Fierce Flame?"

Upon hearing this, the clone Zheng Zha opened his eyes wide, but could not utter a sound.

His mangled body shattered once more under Zheng Zha's palm, like fragile porcelain, with bone fragments and black flames flying everywhere, but it could never be reformed.

"You scum—you really are scum—" A grotesque, guttural sound escaped his throat, his centipede-like scars twisting violently, his crimson eyes filled with resentment and disbelief. "How dare you use this—"

He wanted to roar, to unleash the remaining malevolent flames to retaliate, but he found that all his energy was being suppressed by Zheng Zha, and he couldn't even move a finger.

Zheng Zha gripped his remaining half of his body, his eyes filled with complex and heavy emotions. His voice was lowered, yet carried an irresistible force: "Stop struggling and just listen to me finish what I have to say."

"My brother, even if—your beloved cannot be brought back to life for the time being, so what?"

His tone softened, carrying a hint of persuasion.

"There's a main god space, with countless worlds. You've only experienced a few. What makes you so certain you can't truly resurrect her? Or do you simply not want to resurrect her? You've already given up, haven't you?"

Upon hearing this, the ferocity on the clone Zheng Zha's face suddenly froze. His mutilated cheeks twisted, and a look of confusion flashed in his eyes. Then, he abruptly turned his head, tears of blood streaming from his eyes, and gritted his teeth, saying, "Then tell me, what's the use of being resurrected? What's done is done! Li'er died tragically right in front of me! You don't understand that feeling, you don't understand that despair. What makes you think everything can come back to normal?!"

After saying this, the clone Zheng Zha took a deep breath and roared, "And you forgot, you bastard! If I really wanted to resurrect Li'er, I could just spend 500 reward points to create another Li'er, but what good would that do?!"

"But—so what—"

He roared, his voice hoarse and broken.

"From the very beginning—you and I both knew that wasn't the real her—"

Upon hearing this, Zheng Zha was taken aback, his hand trembling slightly. Finally, he sighed softly, "Then why did you have to kill me, my brother?"

"It's all because of you! It's all because of you that I'm in so much pain!"

The clone Zheng Zha's emotions completely erupted, his roar filled with heart-wrenching resentment.

"If you hadn't created her, none of this would exist! I lost her, and you're still enjoying your happiness—why?! Why?!"

Zheng Zha was stunned for a moment, his eyes filled with regret, anger and resentment, and his teeth were grinding together.

boom!

The next second, he punched the clone Zheng Zha hard in the face.

Although it was just an ordinary punch, without the protection of the Li Yan, even the vampire's regenerative abilities could not withstand Zheng Zha's punch. With one punch, half of the clone's cheek was instantly turned into a bloody mess, and one of its eyes was blown out.

"What culprit are you talking about?!"

Zheng Zha punched the replica in front of him again and again, each punch splattering blood, teeth, and broken bones.

"Isn't the biggest culprit the Main God Space? It's He who copied you into the Demon Team, it's He who threw you and me into this cage of life and death!"

"It is the root of all suffering, the creator of the Main God Space!"

His voice was filled with suppressed rage, his fists grew heavier, and his hands were covered in blood.

"And you dare not even think about it, dare not even throw a punch at it, only venting all your resentment on me? You laughable bastard, pathetic coward!"

"I am you, what good is your resentment towards me? What good will your self-destructive mood do? Do you really want to end it all like this?! Don't you want to avenge her with your own hands?!"