"Cough... cough cough..."

  Blood Sea Ancestor clutched his throat, his massive body curled up in the reversed Blood Sea like a wounded beast.

  His face, which once blotted out the sky, was now filled with wretchedness. Nosebleed flowed freely, his mouth was charred black, and even his speech carried a hissing sound of leaking air.

  "This... this is impossible..."

  The Ancestor stared at the green figure in the distance.

  The man stood there, loading new shells into his shotgun. His movements were unhurried, even taking a moment to wipe the blood off the barrel.

  That composure, that indifference, that relaxed feeling as if he had just done morning exercises.

  It made the Ancestor feel an unprecedented chill.

  Since Pangu split heaven and earth, the Ancestor had never experienced the emotion named "Fear." He was the incarnation of the Blood Sea, the master of death. Even if Saints came, they had to show him some respect in this Blood Sea.

  But today.

  He didn't feel like a god.

  He felt like a victim being beaten up in an alley.

  His proud "Causality Defense" was violently shattered.

  His body, claimed to be "Immortal and Indestructible," was bleeding, losing health.

  His earth-shattering divine abilities hit this man like fireworks, useless except for looking pretty.

  "You... what exactly are you?!"

  The Ancestor roared, his voice trembling.

  Slayer looked up.

  He didn't answer.

  He simply raised the double-barreled shotgun in his hand, pointing the muzzle straight at the Ancestor's glabella.

  It was a silent declaration:

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  You are prey. I am the hunter.

  The Ancestor's pupils constricted violently.

  He saw the flashing red light on Slayer's helmet. That light seemed to contain a killing intent older and purer than the Blood Sea itself.

  That was the embodiment of "Destruction."

  "No... no... I cannot die here..."

  The Ancestor was afraid.

  Godhood Collapse.

  When a god begins to fear death, he is no longer a god.

  "Run! Must run!"

  The Ancestor's massive body suddenly began to fade. He attempted to re-merge into this vast Blood Sea.

  As long as he returned to the depths of the Blood Sea, utilizing the Divine Ability of Billions of Clones, no matter how strong this man was, he couldn't possibly kill him completely.

  "Blood Sea doesn't dry! Minghe doesn't die!"

  The Ancestor let out a shrill scream, his entire body exploding instantly into billions of drops of blood, shooting out in all directions.

  This was his final trump card for survival—[Blood God Son Great Escape].

  Every drop of blood was his clone. As long as one drop escaped, he could be reborn.

  Slayer looked at this sky-full of flying blood rain.

  If it were an ordinary person facing this full-screen escape skill, they would definitely be helpless.

  But Slayer didn't move.

  He seemed to have been waiting for this moment.

  He slowly put away the shotgun.

  Then, he reached up and pressed the communicator on the side of his helmet.

  That was the signal for Singularity.

  ...

  On the cliff.

  Daoist Singularity, having woken from his coma, looked pale, but his eyes were exceptionally bright.

  He looked at the countless fleeing red dots on the tablet.

  "Hmph... trying to run?"

  Singularity wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his finger pressing on the [Activate] button he had prepared long ago.

  "Big Hero is responsible for scattering the mobs. I am responsible for... 'Closing the Door to Beat the Dog'."

  "Arrogance vs Fear."

  The Ancestor, who was clamoring "I am the Sky" just now, was now trying to squeeze into cracks in the ground like a stray dog.

  This contrast was exactly the "Dimensional Strike" brought by Slayer.

  Singularity pressed the button.

  Hum————!!!

  In an instant.

  Around the Blood Sea, at the very edge of the Eighteenth Layer of Hell.

  Six massive metal pillars covered in runes (the [Six Paths Reincarnation Piles] Singularity had secretly airdropped earlier) lit up simultaneously with blinding golden light.

  The golden lights connected, forming a massive, sealed force field barrier.

  Like a giant microwave oven, trapping the entire Blood Sea inside.

  Those billions of Blood God Son drops fleeing at high speed smashed viciously into the barrier wall.

  Sizzle!

  Golden light flashed, and the blood drops hitting the barrier were instantly burned to ash.

  "AAAAAHHH!"

  The Ancestor's desperate scream came from the void.

  "Blockade?! You actually sealed the Blood Sea?!"

  Can't escape.

  All roads were blocked.

  Slayer stood in the center of the barrier.

  He looked at the Ancestor's true body, forced to re-coalesce trapped in the cage.

  He drew the BFG-9000 from his back.

  This time, it wasn't single-fire mode.

  Through remote transmission, Singularity had poured all the remaining energy of the previously established [Geothermal Power Station] into Slayer's gun.

  The BFG in Slayer's hand began to glow, heat up, and even tremble.

  That was the precursor to "Boiling Dry" the entire Blood Sea.

  "Next chapter, Evaporating the Blood Sea. Slayer pursues. Singularity assists. The two combine forces, preparing to give the Ancestor a 'Sauna'."