When Hun Tianling wrapped around the cyber prosthetic leg and inserted the fire-pointed spear into the Cthulhu shrine——
Nezha cut open his chest, the spiritual beads flashed with heavenly secrets, and the demonic core was swallowed and annihilated.
The flesh-and-blood mecha screams with every inch of growth: The List of Gods is an anti-virus program written by Tiandao, and the Tribulation Ascension is actually an assembly line for mass production of puppet gods!
"Does it hurt?" Luo Huixing whispered in his spinal cord.
Plasma blood burned through the thirty-third heaven, and the dark matter skeleton held up the back of the mechanical god list.
Those golden immortals fishing for incense in the clouds would not have thought that the most perfect god-killing weapon was the monitor they had buried in Chentangguan with their own hands.
Cyber thunderclouds are surging with indescribable things, and the universe is trembling in the torrent of data: this time it is not the Dragon Palace that is going to be shattered, but the entire Era of Gods that is imprisoned by the algorithm.
