"It's time for you to come in handy."

Looking at the phantom that appeared in mid-air, Ye Di murmured to himself, speaking like this at this moment.

Letting the power of the Gate of Truth manifest itself and be displayed here is not his entire purpose.

His real purpose lies in the true emergence of the Gate of Perfection.

Only in this way can he enter the gate of perfection and truly obtain the unprecedented creation.

"come on"

By this time, even though Rao had already made some preparations, Emperor Ye couldn't help but smile, and his face looked extremely happy at this moment.

Following his order, several black-clothed servants walked forward, towards the statue in front of them.

To be precise, they were walking towards Song San and others.

As they approached, a bad premonition arose in the hearts of Song San and others.

Sure enough, the next moment, along with a burst of screams, ripples appeared here.

A long black knife shot out of the air, and under the control of the black-clothed servants, it shot forward and stabbed one of them through.

The dripping blood is constantly spreading and flowing here.

Bits and pieces of crimson blood are flowing, spreading freely here at this moment, looking extremely bloody.

Bursts of bloody gas rose into the sky, and a mighty divine light emerged, overflowing at this moment, and then erupted.

Silently, an unrivaled genius who was supposed to dominate the world died so easily.

He died without a sound and without any dignity.

So much so that people can't help but feel a little off guard and have an inexplicable feeling.

Then, several more screams sounded here.

Standing there, Song San turned around and looked at the scene around him, his eyes widening involuntarily.

Around him, he saw geniuses being stabbed directly to death by the black long knife, and they let out bursts of screams.

Suddenly, the screams here continued to resound and could not be heard without stopping.

The sound was so miserable that it was unbearable to look at.

Listening to these sounds, Song San sighed secretly and closed his eyes silently.

Although he had been prepared for it, when this moment actually happened, he couldn't help but feel a little heartbroken.

Some of the people in front of him were his former friends, some were his former enemies, and some were even closer to him.

However, even if they are original enemies, after being together for a hundred years, they will still have some feelings and emotions.

But at this moment, all these old friends died, just like that, died under the cold blade, their deaths were meaningless and worthless.

Their corpses were exposed to the sun, and their bodies were just lying here. Their deaths were meaningless and without dignity.

This feeling is really terrible.

Pieces of screams rang in my ears.

Given the nature of many geniuses here, they shouldn't be like this.

Those who can be called geniuses must have reached the pinnacle of human beings in many aspects. Regardless of talent, mind, or will, they are the best among men. They are also blessed with great luck, otherwise they would not be specially captured by the Night Emperor.

Come here.

Under normal circumstances, even if they are armed with weapons, they may not be able to make these people scream.

Song San knew in his heart that the black knives in the hands of those servants must not be ordinary weapons, but some kind of magic weapon that can directly point to the source and directly severely damage a person's original soul, otherwise they would not be allowed to behave like this.

Of course, no matter how painful the ordeal is, there will eventually be some people who behave extremely calmly.

When the swordsmen were added, a goddess in white stood alone, looking at the black sword lying across her chest in front of her and sighing softly.

"After all, it's time."

She spoke softly and sighed.

"That's fine"

After being tied to the statue, she finally smiled softly and said, "Brother Song, I will take the first step."

"If it is the next life, I hope to see you again in the next life."

She spoke softly, and her words came out word by word. They were very gentle, but they touched Song Jue's heart.

Song San raised his hand in pain and covered his forehead.

An inexplicable emotion emerged in his heart, brewing at this moment, giving him the urge to cry.

"Why why is this happening"

He murmured to himself, hating his own weakness and incompetence at this moment.

Soon, a crisp sound sounded around.

When the dripping blood flowers bloomed, a corpse lay there silently, sleeping on the ground.

The goddess in white lay quietly on the ground, with a very calm and indifferent expression on her face, as if she had fallen asleep. The sacred and peaceful aura still existed.

But in front of his chest, a huge blood hole was very conspicuous, it was extremely obvious and could not be ignored.

Dripping blood surged from it and continued to flow out along the wound, which was particularly conspicuous here.

Silently, a flower withered, gradually losing traces of its life at this moment.

Song San closed his eyes in pain.

He didn't dare to open his eyes, didn't dare to look directly at the goddess's body, and couldn't even imagine the tragedy.

At this moment, he was still filled with emotions and could not recover.

"What a weakness"

A slight sound came from the front, which seemed extremely clear.

In front of the statue of the god, Night Emperor danced lightly in a black robe. Looking at Song San's appearance, he couldn't help but feel disdainful: "A mere woman can actually make you look like this."

"How can you be worthy of being a fragment of the Gate of Truth?"

He was a little disdainful and said coldly.

"What is the gate of wisdom?"

In the same place, Song San's voice sounded softly.

Tied to the statue of the god, Song San silently closed his eyes. At this moment, his whole body was filled with sadness, which was a bit touching: "I am not a fragment of the Gate of Truth, nor am I a divine object."

"I'm just a mortal."

Just a mere mortal.

In Song San's heart, he never thought he was noble, let alone any different from ordinary people.

This world gave birth to him and gave birth to him.

Like other people, he also has his own father, his own mother, his own relatives and friends.

He grew up in this world and was no different from all the living beings around him.

"Has your divinity been completely blinded by the mortal world?"

Looking at Song San's appearance, Emperor Ye couldn't help but shake his head and said softly: "That's fine."

"Left and right, that's it."

As soon as he finished speaking, a long black knife suddenly stabbed out and pierced Song San's heart.

Violent pain hit from all over the body. The pain seemed to be directly extracted from the body. It was an indescribable and unbearable pain.

Just feeling the pain is enough to make one look hideous and scream in agony.

Song San calmly endured the pain.

He quietly felt the changes on his body, just closing his eyes silently and saying nothing.

Let the black knife extract his essence, causing him to continuously step into the abyss called death.

And at this moment, in his mind, the past scenes were constantly being recalled.

It is said that when a person is about to die, the most painful and sad things in his life will be recalled one by one and fill his mind.

Song San was like this at this moment.

At this moment, he recalled the appearance of the goddess in white, recalled his relatives and friends in the past, and finally his consciousness gradually blurred and disappeared.

At the moment when his consciousness was about to blur and disappear completely, a thought suddenly flashed through his mind.

"Master, you are still a step too late after all."

This thought flashed through his mind, and it was the only thought that remained at this moment.

Then, his consciousness completely disappeared and he fell into chaos, without any trace anymore.
To be continued...