Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Chapter 581: The Pure Land suddenly changes its master, and the gods are all panicked

In the "Senro Ghost Prison", paper cranes floated away like snowflakes and disappeared without a trace.

The four divine oracles looked at each other in bewilderment. Yuzhe Lihei had disappeared without a trace right before their eyes.

The voice of Divine Envoy No. 1 echoed in the air, with a hint of disbelief and shock: "Where are the people?!"

The White God Envoy Yupao couldn't believe his eyes. Yuzhe Lihei actually escaped from their encirclement?

No. 5 and No. 7 were also confused. They had clearly surrounded Yuzhe Rikuro, so how could he escape?

"No! He's stalling for time!"

Number 1 suddenly realized something and his expression changed drastically. "Chase him! We can't let him get away!"

"Wait a minute," the White Envoy pointed at the paper cranes scattered in the air, his brow furrowed. "These paper cranes..."

At this moment, a voice came from a distance: "Don't chase him, he's gone."

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw a person jumping down from a silver disc.

He was standing not far away, with a mysterious smile on his face.

The black-robed divine messenger Yu raised his hand to signal the others to stop, his eyes fixed on the man, alarm bells ringing in his heart.

Yuzhe Lihei's escape was so abrupt, as if it had been planned in advance.

He looked around, trying to find any clues, but found nothing.

"This is not right." The black-robed divine messenger Yu whispered to himself, feeling vaguely uneasy.

He tried to contact "Yu Jiner", but there was only the sound of electricity in his ears and no response.

His face was as gloomy as water, and he realized that the situation was not good.

The other divine messengers also noticed something was wrong and followed the black-robed divine messenger towards the Pure Land.

Along the way, the air was filled with tension, like the calm before the storm.

When he arrived at the entrance of the Pure Land, the black-robed divine messenger Oracle tried to authenticate his identity, but was ruthlessly turned away.

A young girl appeared on the screen and announced coldly, "Jingtu will change his surname to An."

The four divine messengers were outside in a state of disarray, their expressions mixed with shock and bewilderment.

The black-robed divine messenger Yu clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white, and anger burned fiercely in his heart.

"This is impossible..." He growled in a low voice, his eyes were as sharp as if he wanted to tear the girl on the screen into pieces.

The White God Envoy in the robe had a dark face and was burning with anger.

His hands trembled slightly, as if he was brewing something.

There was an invisible sense of oppression in the air, as if it would explode at any moment.

"We can't give up like this." The black-robed divine messenger's voice was low and firm, as if announcing an impending storm.

The four divine messengers looked at each other and made a decision in their hearts.

The change of ownership of the Pure Land is no accident, they must take back control.

At this moment, the black-robed divine messenger turned his gaze to the distance, with a meaningful smile on his face.

"The game has just begun," he whispered, his voice filled with unquestionable determination.

The anger of the White God Envoy in Oracle Robe could no longer be suppressed, and his heart was like a burning volcano.

He growled, his hands transformed into claws, and pounced towards the Pure Land defensive shield.

However, the dazzling light was like an invisible wall, easily dissolving his attack without causing any ripples.

The huge recoil force made the White God Envoy retreat several steps. He felt powerless, three parts frustrated and seven parts angry.

"There's no hope..." The White God's Envoy stared at the intact light shield, grabbed his white robe tightly, gritted his teeth and whispered to himself.

The divine messengers and oracles around looked at each other, their eyes revealing the same helplessness and frustration.

There was a hint of silent communication between them as they looked at each other: with their current strength, it would be difficult to shake the Pure Land's defense.

Coming back to his senses, the White God Envoy Pao vaguely recalled the automatic defense system that was inexplicably shut down when No. 2 left.

It seems... everything is not accidental, and is controlled by an invisible big hand.

"At that time..." he murmured, his gaze drifting towards the black-robed divine messenger Oracle not far away.

After the black-robed divine messenger Yu pondered quietly for a moment, his brows gradually relaxed and his thoughts flowed like lightning.

He raised his eyes to look at the White Divine Envoy's robe and said firmly, "Yuzhe Lihei and his gang had planned this long ago."

"The tampering of Pure Land's authority was for this move, and we happened to be led by the nose."

The White God Envoy Yupao's mind suddenly became clear, and he couldn't help but smile bitterly.

At this moment, they all understood that reuniting father and son, expelling the divine oracle, and obtaining the pure land were Yuzhe Lihei's real goals.

The seemingly thrilling escape was nothing more than a bait to distract their attention and give the enemy an opportunity to take advantage.

"If Yuzhe Rikuro learns that Subject 0 has escaped, they will retreat."

The black-robed divine messenger said solemnly, his eyes narrowing, "They are most likely performing some kind of drama for a unified goal."

"If he returns, it may be difficult for us to regain control." The White Envoy in the robe looked worried, with a hint of uneasiness in his tone.

The separation of Subject No. 0 caused them to lose an important trump card. Without external intervention, they might not be able to control the situation.

However, the black-robed divine messenger's tone was filled with a steady and resolute tone.

"He has left the Pure Land and without the support of medicine, his body will not last long and he will eventually become obedient."

His familiarity with Subject 0 gave him confidence.

Time waits for no one, and the situation does not allow them to hesitate any longer.

The black-robed divine messenger decided to set out to regain control of the Pure Land.

Looking at his companions' eyes, he said calmly, "Let's retreat first and go after Subject 0. There's always room for recovery."

The four divine messengers reached a consensus in their hearts. Although all was lost, there was still a glimmer of hope.

The White God Envoy in Oracle Robe was in a complicated mood, and his clenched fists rubbed against each other, making a sound.

Suddenly, he felt a gentle caress of the wind, which was a call from afar.

"Let's go, while there's still hope..." the black-robed divine messenger said softly, with a burning unwillingness hidden in his words.

They stood in front of the Pure Land Gate for a moment, then transformed into blazing white light and shadows.

Blending into the gradually darkening night, heading towards a more distant future.

The breeze around seemed to be whispering unsolved mysteries.

Time freezes at a moment, but the story unfolds in the cold wind of the winter night.