He roared and rushed at her recklessly, with a posture of mutual destruction, ultimately dissolving into a wisp of smoke.
Besides Jiang Feng, only one remained.
But he no longer dared to act, shuffling towards Jiang Feng while trembling.
Jiang Feng was still arguing with Nan Bei.
"If you have a reason, you can tell me. If you don't say anything, how can I accept what you've done? Those were lives, living, breathing people! Jiang Feng, say something!"
"Brother Jiang, we..."
"Are you finished talking?"
Zhu Lin walked over, carrying the little bat: "If you're done, we should go."
The survivor retreated continuously, deeply traumatized by her, although Zhu Lin was in no mood to target him now.
She suddenly found the little bat quite cute. Its tiny fangs were always sneakily trying to bite her, and after she grabbed its mouth, it would look at her with aggrieved eyes.
Its two leathery wings tucked away, it resembled a quail. It was clearly timid and cowardly, yet it couldn't help but stir up trouble, which was simply adorable.
Jiang Feng asked, bewildered: "What are you going to do?"
"Find someone," Nan Bei said, weary: "We have things to do. Since you refuse to tell me, there's no point in us talking. After we leave, I'll tell your subordinates your thoughts, and then they can choose whether to stay or go freely. As for you... we're finished."
He spoke harsh words, yet his face was grim.
After all, this was someone he had loved for so long. When Jiang Feng pursued him, he was like a madman. Their relationship was not just mutual affection between lovers, but more like mutual salvation between two madmen.
Now that he declared everything over, he was bound to feel terrible.
"You!" Jiang Feng stared at him in surprise, unsure of what to say.
"I'll tell you, I'll tell you!" the survivor next to him quickly said: "I know why, I know!"
Nan Bei immediately looked at him.
Jiang Feng tried to stop him but was once again restrained by a silver sword at his neck.
This time, it was Nan Bei.
"Speak."
The survivor swallowed: "We didn't kill willingly. Over 30 years ago, various countries received a message from beyond the heavens. The messenger claimed to be the god of this world and said he had always protected humanity. Therefore, he wished for humans to repay him by sacrificing a portion of their people. Everyone thought it was a prank and ignored it. Unexpectedly, after a while, disasters began to erupt frequently in various regions..."
It was the disaster that changed the entire world's landscape.
The disaster killed many people. As the disaster arrived, the same person sent another message, stating that because humans had disrespected him, he would punish them.
Only then did people start to take it seriously.
During the period of "punishment," many people died, so sacrifices were not needed then. However, after the disaster passed, his command returned.
This time, countries dared not ignore or underestimate him. They convened meetings to discuss countermeasures.
The outcome of the discussion was that each country and region would periodically "submit" a portion of their people for sacrifice in exchange for temporary peace, while simultaneously seeking a true solution.
They could not verify the other party's identity, and as his power became apparent, they grew more desperate. They could only surrender again and again, continuously exchanging the blood of their companions for the survival of more people.
However, over time, the people at the bottom would inevitably discover this, leading to rebellion.
At this point, the game appeared.
It allowed for sacrifices to be made silently and without risk. A decision was quickly made, and it was implemented.
And these people were the executioners of that god, helping them kill within the game. Some actions were forced, while others were for amusement.
The man said slowly: "Your country was not a heavily affected area. In these 30-plus years, the death rate in your country has been the lowest. You ensured the livelihood of all your people. Only those who gambled and wanted to get rich overnight entered the game. In comparison, other countries and regions suffered much more."
When the disaster struck and resources were rapidly depleted, many countries abandoned their lower classes directly, but their country did not.
As he said, only those who wanted to get rich overnight entered the game.
"Do you know what the god you mentioned looks like?"
The man shook his head instinctively: "How could we possibly see the true face of a god? We only heard a voice."
"Is that so?"
A voice echoed around them.
"Ah, the lord has arrived!"
Zhu Lin retrieved the sound stone: "The god you spoke of is already dead."