I Went Crazy Killing in the World of Gods and Demons - Chapter 77

Chapter 77

Xie Qingling’s figure appeared minuscule against the colossal wave summoned by the River God, rising from the earth like a tiny grain of sand mistakenly swept into the riverabout to be devoured, washed away, leaving nothing behind.

The roaring, thundering wave surged like ten thousand galloping horses, howling as it rose high and crashed down heavily, sweeping toward Xie Qingling like a curtain descending upon her.

The Blood Oath in Xie Qingling’s hand did not tremble, nor did her stance waver as she charged head-on into the onslaught.

Like a slender spear striking an impenetrable shield.

Crash!

A deafening sound erupted.

The wave shattered.

In an instant, the massive wave engulfed her completely, wrapping around her with a force that seemed capable of swallowing the heavens and obliterating the earth, intent on using the river’s power to tear this fragile human apart.

Time seemed to freeze in that moment.

Ling Fang instinctively tightened his grip on his spear, his eyes fixed unblinkingly on Xie Qingling’s submerged form, the furrow between his brows never easing.

Ye Anran had already prepared her Silver Needles, ready to assist at any moment.

Dai Xingyu raised his shield, while Yu Wei brandished his broadsword, poised for action.

Suddenly, the wave crashed down from mid-air like an overturned bucket of water, the dense, murky curtain severely obstructing everyone’s vision.

But…

Within the tumult, a figure enveloped in a soft, pale blue glow emerged before them all.

Xie Qingling steadied herself within the torrential wave, her entire body shielded by a blue halo that deflected the River God’s assault.

“The Amulet…” Ling Fang murmured.

It was the life-saving Amulet he had given her during their first meeting.

Embedded within the blue gem of her bracelet, the Amulet possessed the power to withstand one formidable attack.

She had never used it until today.

But could an Amulet he crafted truly withstand the River God’s thunderous wrath?

Ling Fang’s heart tightened with renewed anxiety.

Just then, a sound like shattering glass pierced the air.

The faint blue sphere of light began to fracture with delicate cracks.

The Amulet was on the verge of failing.

The River God’s voice resonated once more, deep and heavy like muffled thunder, and also like the endless flow of rivers and lakes.

“The Yellow River’s waters descend from the heavens!”” The River God waved his arms, and another colossal wave surged from the ground.

“Not good!” Ling Fang exclaimed softly. With a flick of his wrist, something flew from his fingertips.

It was a Wooden Kite crafted from bamboo.

The kite’s wings swiftly expanded, growing from palm-sized to the length of a human arm. It darted forward fearlessly, soaring through the River God’s wave with its head held high and wings beating vigorously.

Like a swift swallow, its agile form weaved left and right, speeding toward Xie Qingling’s location.

In the blink of an eye, the Wooden Kite reached her, its claws gripping her shoulders as it carried her forward.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Three successive waves rose and crashed, violently pounding against Xie Qingling.

Like concrete slurry pouring down from the distant heavens, a massive torrent of water crashed heavily against her face, nearly sweeping her to the ground. The Wooden Kite’s claws still dug firmly into her shoulders, but Xie Qingling gritted her teeth, biting her lower lip until it bled without uttering a sound.

“Forward, continue!”

As Xie Qingling’s command fell, the trembling Wooden Kite flapped its wings, carrying her through the River God’s colossal wave barrier.

Finally, they arrived.

With a sharp “crack,” the glowing circle shattered and fell to pieces on the ground.

Xie Qingling landed firmly on the River God’s shoulder.

The River God froze, unable to comprehend how this insignificant human had broken through layer after layer of defenses and dared to come before Him at the cost of her life.

And now stood upon His shoulder.

This time, before the River God could react, Xie Qingling wrapped her legs around His neck, clinging tightly to His body. Simultaneously, she raised Blood Oath high and drove it fiercely into the crown of the River God’s head.

“Release!” Xie Qingling hissed. The red “Zun” character on Blood Oath rapidly faded, while streams of black-red energy were unleashed from her blade.

This power originating from hell, this energy drawn from Ghouls, carried a bone-chilling coldness. Even as Houtu’s Devotee, Xie Qingling felt a wave of discomfort.

At the same time, the River God let out a sharp, agonized shriek.

He threw back His head, His eyes turning blood-red.

Where green, writhing creatures had crawled across His face, cracks rapidly spread, revealing a liquid resembling both blood and magma beneath.

The River God appeared to be splitting apart.

His face, hands, and neck continuously cracked and fissured, presenting a grotesque and terrifying sight.

Bracing herself, Xie Qingling mustered her last ounce of strength and leaped away.

“Heaven follows the Dao, Earth embraces Kun, the Great Yin takes form, the Five Elements unite, Mystical Power envelops all, deities heed our call.”

“Divine One, enter!”

Ling Fang slammed the Shrine onto the ground, chanting the incantation.

As the words faded, the River God’s body seemed crushed by an invisible force, losing human form and being compressed into an indescribable, shapeless mass.

The Shrine acted like a death curse or a death warrant, inviting Him inside, inside…

No, don’t go there.

Escape, leave this place.

The River God struggled to break free, but His efforts proved futile.

The Shrine absorbed His already dissipating form, “inviting” the River God within.

Its surface was carved with curses meant to bring deities to ruin.

Inside, He could no longer wield His divine power to command wind and rain, nor remain an omnipotent deity.

In the next moment, Yu Wei raised his great blade high and brought it down upon the Shrine with tremendous force.

The Shrine shattered with a crash.

The form of the River God manifested within the Shrine also splintered into fragments.

The deity had perished.

Returned to silence, vanished without a trace.

Simultaneously, the venomous snakes driven by the River God on the ground ceased their slithering, descending into chaos and panic.

Stripped of the divine power they depended on, the snake horde became merely ordinary creaturesdevoid of regenerative abilities, unable to split into multiples.

Yu Wei took charge of the cleanup, swinging his great blade to clear away the troublesome snake horde one by one.

Before long, the number of snakes drastically decreased and were soon completely wiped out.

To eliminate any future troubles, Yu Wei piled the snake corpses together like a small hill, poured gasoline over them, and set them ablaze until nothing remained.

[Brave Psychics, terrifying Psychics, united Psychics. With your tools and fearless courage, you have slain the deity on the spot. From now on, there will be no River God in this river. The river’s authority has returned to Shui Yong, who will abolish the Sacrifice and restore everything to normal.]

[Witnessing the demise of a deity, Shui Yong and Fang Shen now huddle close together, their minds beginning to ponder. Kind Psychics, since the River God has perished, could you perhaps release them?]

Xie Qingling lay on the ground, gasping for breath in large, ragged heaves.

Crossing the giant waves three times had taken its toll on her body.

She felt as if her heart, liver, spleen, and kidneys had all shattered. Her ears throbbed with pain, and there wasn’t a single part of her body that felt intact.

Ye Anran approached, took her hand, and channeled the Mystical Power of the Medicine God into Xie Qingling without restraint, as if it cost nothing.

This refreshing relief, like a long-awaited rain after a drought, restored some of Xie Qingling’s strength and clarity.

“How are you? Are you alright?” Ye Anran asked.

Amid the chaos, Ye Anran couldn’t immediately gauge the severity of Xie Qingling’s injuries, but they were clearly serious. She decided to use every technique she had without hesitation.

Once she had regained a bit of strength, Xie Qingling spoke haltingly, “First… release Shui Yong and Fang Shen. They’re… terrified.”

“…Alright.” Seeing that she could still speak, Ye Anran felt somewhat reassured.

Gradually, Xie Qingling regained more strength and felt much better.

Unable to bear the damp and muddy ground, she tried to get up. But when she attempted to exert force, she realized her body wouldn’t move.

Xie Qingling’s face paled. She tried again, managing only a slight movement in her upper body, while her lower half felt completely numb, as if…

She was paralyzed.

Her face turned ashen as she murmured, “It’s over. I’m paralyzed. Senior Anran, can you cure paralysis?”

Ling Fang: “…”

In Xie Qingling’s line of sight, Ling Fang’s face suddenly appeared.

He leaned over her and said, “You’ve been cursed by the Wooden Kite. Prepare to use a wheelchair for a day or two.”

Hearing that it wasn’t paralysis but a curse from a Curse Caster’s cursed object, Xie Qingling sighed in relief, “Thank goodness.”

Ling Fang gave her one last look and snorted, “So you have a day like this too.”

Xie Qingling: “…”

At that moment, a splashing sound broke the now-calm river surface as someone emergedDai Xingyu, who had dived in to rescue Shen Huaizhou, was returning.

Dai Xingyu carried Shen Huaizhou on his back, swimming while shouting, “I’ve brought Brother Shen back!”

Soon, both Shen Huaizhou and Dai Xingyu climbed ashore, dripping wet.

Shen Huaizhou’s long hair was disheveled and plastered to his face and body. His dress was soaked through, clinging messily to him like a layer of seaweed.

His face was extremely pale, tinged with a bluish hue, as if he were half-dead.

As a physician, Ye Anran had performed CPR, covered him with silver needles, used healing techniques, and cast countless Returning Spring spells. When she finally stopped, she said, “It’s done. He’s not dead either. That’s great.”

Ye Anran collapsed onto the ground, feeling as if her entire body had been fished out of watersoaked through with sweat.

The six of them finally stood properly on the shore, gathered together, temporarily free from danger.

Ling Fang let out a sigh of relief, glanced deeply at Xie Qingling lying motionless on the ground, wanted to say something, but ultimately could only turn it into a helpless sigh.

“Let’s head back to the village first. This isn’t over yet,” Ling Fang said.

Ye Anran, Dai Xingyu, and Yu Wei, who still had mobility, responded in agreement.

Xie Qingling and Shen Huaizhou were already lying side by side, completely incapacitated.

Afterward, Yu Wei carried the unconscious Shen Huaizhou on his back. Ling Fang carried the paralyzed, immobile Xie Qingling. Ye Anran and Dai Xingyu cleaned up the scene, released Shui Yong and Fang Shen, then conducted one final thorough check to ensure everything was in order before leaving the area.

Under the pitch-black sky, the six of them looked both wretched and filthy, stumbling along with unsteady steps.

Every step they took left behind wet footprints that gathered into small puddles. Under the moonlight, these watery marks appeared as dark as pools of thick blood.

They were about to return to the village nestled in the mountain valley.