Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Chapter 429 A sudden change makes Akame trapped

"Oh my! Did we accidentally injure our allies? I'm so sorry..."

Zhao Kun'er drew out her voice, her tone full of sarcasm, as if she was admiring the wonderful changes in expression on Han Qing'er's face.

Her slender fingers gently played with her drooping hair. Her posture was lazy, yet revealed a creepy evil aura.

Han Qing'er's face turned ashen, her fists clenched tightly, and her nails dug deep into her flesh.

The flame of anger burned in her chest, and she wanted to tear the monster in front of her into pieces.

But Yang Tongle's charred body was not far away, silently accusing Zhao Kuner of cruelty.

She took a deep breath, trying to suppress the anger in her heart, and uttered a word coldly: "You..."

Zhao Kun'er acted as if she hadn't heard anything and continued to talk to herself: "Now, let's play a game..."

She tilted her head slightly, her eyes cunning, like a venomous snake eyeing its prey.

"Guess who's next?"

As she spoke, her eyes swept over the crowd around her, and everyone felt a chill running from the soles of their feet to the top of their heads.

Han Qing'er's heart tightened, she knew that Zhao Kun'er was threatening her.

If she acts rashly, the next victim may very well be someone close to her.

She gritted her teeth and finally chose to compromise.

The purple flame gradually died down, and the surrounding temperature dropped.

Seeing Han Qing'er extinguish the flames, Zhao Kun'er smiled with satisfaction.

"A man who knows the current situation is a hero. Miss Han is indeed a smart person."

As she spoke, she turned and walked towards a window, preparing to break it out.

At this moment, a white shadow suddenly crashed into Zhao Kuner's body from the side.

Zhao Kuner's body suddenly froze, and a look of shock appeared on her face.

She turned quickly and looked at another window. She rushed to it without hesitation, wanting to escape from this strange place.

"Want to run? Not that easy!" A voice suddenly sounded in the room.

"Oh my god, this is faster than me eating roast chicken!"

Fatty Baili stepped on the golden sword light and was launched like a meatball, accurately intercepting Chi Zhao Kunmuer who was about to escape through the window.

Zhao Kunmu, who was hit hard, felt that his internal organs were displaced, stars were in front of his eyes, his ears were buzzing, and his whole body was in a short state of shutdown.

"I caught you, you little bastard!" Fatty Baili landed steadily, smiling like a Maitreya Buddha, his fat flesh shaking.

He held Zhao Kunmu'er's neck with one hand, like a chicken, and with the other hand he made hand gestures and chanted a spell.

The sword light under his feet surged again, and with a whoosh, it carried the two of them flying towards the construction area.

The whistling sound of the wind blew past his ears, and Zhao Kunmu finally came to his senses. He was horrified to find that he was hanging in the air in an extremely indecent posture.

Below him was a messy construction site with steel bars, cement, and scaffolding, which made him dizzy.

"Hey, hey, hey, slow down, I'm afraid of heights!" Zhao Kunmu shouted at the top of his lungs, but the wind was too strong and his voice was completely drowned out.

Fatty Baili turned a deaf ear to them and instead of slowing down his speed, he reached above the construction area in the blink of an eye.

Suddenly, countless vines broke out of the ground, like giant green pythons, intertwining and entwining in the air, quickly forming a huge wooden cage, trapping Zhao Kunmuer inside.

"Damn it! What's going on?"

Zhao Kunmu fell heavily to the bottom of the cage, finally getting rid of the embarrassing situation of being carried.

However, before he could be happy, he found himself trapped tightly.

The bars of the cage were extremely hard. He tried to struggle, but he didn't move at all.

"Don't waste your energy," Fatty Baili'er's voice came from above the cage.

"These are the roots of an ancient tree demon. With your tiny body, you still think you can break out of the cage?"

Only then did Zhao Kunmu notice Baili Pang'er above the cage, and Lin Qiye, Wu Hen and others standing beside him.

His face was gloomy. He took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, and began to think of countermeasures.

"Oh," Zhao Kunmu sneered, "You think you can trap me like this? How naive!"

He quickly formed seals with his hands and muttered something.

The air around him began to grow humid, and a powerful current of water gathered in his palm...

"Look at my Water Style - Great Waterfall Technique!"

Water gushed out from Zhao Kun'er's palm, turning into a raging waterfall, rushing towards the wooden cage fiercely.

"A mere trifle!" The young man carrying the coffin snorted coldly and swung the long sword in his hand.

A biting cold air instantly froze the waterfall into a huge icicle, firmly blocking the exit of the cage.

"What?!" Zhao Kun'er widened his eyes in disbelief. This sudden change caught him off guard.

He gritted his teeth, formed seals with his hands again, and muttered something.

"Water Style - Thousand Water Blades!" Countless sharp water blades shot out from his fingertips and attacked the wooden cage like a rainstorm.

However, after these water blades hit the wooden cage, they were like a drop in the ocean, leaving no trace at all.

"How is this possible..." Zhao Kun'er's face was full of shock and confusion. What material was this wooden cage made of? Why was it so hard?

He looked up and saw a girl in a black cloak standing above the cage.

The girl held a green branch in her hand, which emitted a faint fluorescent light. It was this fluorescence that completely dissolved the water blades.

"Don't waste your energy," the girl's voice was as cold as ice.

"This cage is woven from the roots of an ancient tree demon. Unless you possess the power to destroy heaven and earth, you will never be able to break it."

Zhao Kun'er's face was gloomy. He knew that he was really in trouble this time.

He looked around and saw Lin Qiye and Wu Hen in the cage.

"You think you can trap me like this?"

He sneered, "I, Zhao Kun'er, am not so easy to be caught!"

Wu Hen touched his chin, looked Zhao Kun'er up and down, and said in amazement: "Wow, you are quite tough! I wonder if you can still be so tough later."

He turned to look at Lin Qiye, winked and said, "Brother Qiye, do you think we should give him some 'special services'?"

"Like, tickle me? Or sing a little song?"

Lin Qiye glanced at him indifferently and ignored his jokes.

He looked at Zhao Kun'er, his eyes calm as water, but carrying an invisible pressure.

"Zhao Kun'er," he said slowly, "you can't escape."

Zhao Kun'er looked at Lin Qiye's familiar face, and suddenly felt an inexplicable uneasiness in her heart.

He carefully studied Lin Qiye's appearance, and suddenly his pupils shrank.

"You...you are..."

He pointed at Lin Qiye, his voice trembling.

"You...who are you?"