The aura emanating from his body was completely different from Han Shaoyun's violent and fierce energy.
It was a bizarre, bone-chilling power, as if it originated from the deepest abysses of the underworld.
As he stepped forward, the surrounding temperature seemed to plummet.
His eyes, hidden behind the mask, gleamed with a faint, cold light like two wisps of ghost fire, and an endless aura of death rose from his body.
An invisible deathly energy began to permeate the area around him.
He raised his hand, pointing it at Lin Qiye from afar, preparing to launch the strike he had been brewing for so long.
Meanwhile, on the other side.
Between the dam and the mountain.
Qianmo hadn't fully recovered from Ian's comment about her intelligence being "stuck in the last century."
Suddenly, a dazzling, brilliant golden light erupted from Ian's body.
The light was so intense it was blinding.
Then, a set of dark golden armor, with bold, ferocious lines and brimming with a sense of power, materialized out of thin air and rapidly covered his body.
Following that, a terrifying pressure that far exceeded Qianmo's comprehension swept out like a tidal wave.
The surrounding air solidified.
The pouring rain was actually forced back up into the sky by this pressure, and immediately after, even the clouds in the sky were scattered by this aura.
The seductive smile on Qianmo's face instantly froze.
The playfulness in her eyes vanished completely, replaced by sheer terror.
She stared fixedly at the golden armor on Ian's body.
Feeling that unrivaled, terrifying aura that made her very soul tremble, a name exploded in her mind like a clap of thunder—
"The Emperor!"
The Old God Church's intelligence regarding Emperor One wasn't just outdated.
It was absurdly wrong!
A complete laughingstock!
Emperor One, the legendary Emperor One, was actually a recruit in this current training camp!
Who could have possibly imagined this!?
A fierce desire to survive instantly overwhelmed all other emotions, including her shock and disbelief.
Qianmo made a prompt decision, and the mental energy within her body erupted without reservation.
She wasn't foolish enough to attack Ian; instead, she slammed her palm fiercely into the ground!
"Boom!"
With a loud crash, the earth cracked, revealing hideous fissures.
Mud mixed with rainwater shot up into the sky.
They formed a massive, muddy barrier that temporarily obscured his vision.
Taking advantage of this brief chaos, Qianmo's figure transformed into a streak of light.
She shot off into the distance at the fastest speed she had ever achieved in her life.
There was only one thought in her mind right now: Flee! The further away, the better!
Qianmo pushed her speed to the absolute limit, her mental energy burning madly within her.
In the span of a dozen breaths, her mental energy was nearly depleted, but she had also dashed hundreds of miles away.
The wind howled in her ears.
She couldn't even feel the raindrops hitting her body.
Qianmo glanced back and, seeing that Ian hadn't pursued her, a sliver of luck rose in her heart.
After flying forward for a while longer, a surge of ecstasy welled up within her. 'Did I escape?'
'He was too careless!'
'To think he didn't immediately give chase!'
Just as Qianmo thought she had escaped with her life and was about to breathe a slight sigh of relief...
She crashed into an invisible barrier.
"Thud!"
The massive reactionary force sent her bouncing back fiercely.
The collision with the barrier left her dizzy and her blood churning.
"What is this?!"
She reached out in horror to touch it.
There was a transparent barrier ahead, its texture indestructible.
She looked around and was horrified to discover...
She was actually inside a crystal-clear... glass bottle?
The mouth of the bottle had already been sealed shut.
And outside the bottle was that face wearing a teasing smile.
It was a giant clad in golden armor, who had somehow become so massive that he touched the heavens and the earth!
Then, the familiar surrounding scenery made her realize that she was back exactly where she started.
Furthermore, she seemed to have been shrunk a hundred times and trapped in a bottle!
Ian shook the glass bottle in his hand.
He looked at the panicked Qianmo inside, who was futilely ramming against the glass walls like a tiny bug, and nodded in satisfaction.
"Hmm, this model isn't bad."
"The expressions are very vivid too."
"And the aesthetic value is quite high."
"It can serve as a limited edition collectible."
Listening to Ian's evaluation, Qianmo fell into complete despair.
Her proud strength, her status as a founder of the Old God Church...
In front of Emperor One, it was all as laughable as child's play. She didn't even have the qualifications to be taken seriously.
In the end, she had actually been turned into a... figurine.
Meanwhile, at the ruins of Village No. 1.
The Ocean Realm expert who had yet to make a move—who was actually the proxy of the Goddess of Death, Hela—finally launched his attack.
An extremely dense aura of death began to gather around him, as if he had just walked out of the deepest hell.
His voice was hoarse, like grinding bones.
"I am the proxy under the seat of the Goddess of Death, Hela."
"Lin Qiye, your life ends here!"
As soon as the words fell, endless divine power of death spewed forth from his body.
It transformed into a thick, visible black mist.
The mist churned and roared, like countless vengeful spirits demanding lives.
Carrying the ultimate coldness and decay, they surged toward Lin Qiye like flesh-eating maggots, seeking to corrode him.
Seeing this, Han Shaoyun hastily dodged to the side.
He could already picture the scene of Lin Qiye being swallowed by this pure power of death and reduced to a puddle of dry bones.
No one in the Ocean Realm could withstand the corrosive divine power of a god, let alone the powerful Goddess of Death, Hela.
Even if it wasn't her true body, a strike unleashed by her proxy was still fatal enough.
However, the moment that pure divine power of death touched Lin Qiye, it was assimilated by the Minecraft interface.
Then, on the Minecraft control panel before Lin Qiye's eyes, a familiar debuff icon suddenly lit up—Wither!
The black heart-shaped icon represented that his life was draining away.
His Health began to decrease slowly but continuously.
Seeing this, the smugness on the faces of Hela's proxy and Han Shaoyun grew even thicker.
They thought victory was in their grasp; this kid was dead for sure.
Yet, Lin Qiye was unhurried. He reached back into his Inventory and pulled out a bucket of... milk that exuded a rich, milky aroma.
Right in front of all the Old God Church members.
He tilted his head back and, with a few large gulps of "glug, glug," drank the entire bucket of milk.
He even wiped his mouth, looking as if he hadn't had enough.
The next second.
The black Wither debuff icon on his control panel abruptly vanished.
His Health stopped dropping.
And under the condition of full Hunger, his Health began to regenerate rapidly.
The ferocious smile on Hela's proxy's face froze, and the ghostly light in his eyes stopped flickering.
The expression on Han Shaoyun's face also solidified.
Hela's proxy: "???"
Han Shaoyun: "???"
The other surrounding members of the Old God Church were also completely dumbfounded.
What kind of operation was this?!
Struck by the divine power of the Goddess of Death, he didn't wail, didn't struggle, didn't panic.
Instead, he pulled out a bucket of milk and drank it?
And then... then he was perfectly fine?!
Are you kidding me!
This wasn't scientific!
And it certainly wasn't theological!
What about that massive lump of divine death power?!