Assisting the male protagonist to become a god: The first spiritualist

Chapter 607. At this point, the illusion completely collapsed.

With the mass suicide of millions of demons, Chongming's strength visibly increased exponentially.

Fu Sheng felt the terrifying pressure emanating from Chong Ming. This was the first time she had felt this way since she had transmigrated into Su Yun's body. Clearly, Chong Ming's current strength far surpassed that of her, a god-lord.

If even she, as a god, was like this, let alone the others around her. Apart from the Huaxian Clan, all the immortals and gods were suffocating under the terrifying pressure emanating from Chongming, and they all hunched over because they couldn't bear it.

Some of the weaker immortals and gods were directly crushed by Chongming's oppressive aura, their skin torn and bleeding.

They finally realized that the Demon Lord before them was not a simple young man at all. As demonic energy invaded and the threat of death loomed, all the immortals and gods finally felt fear.

"Lord God... what should we do?"

"Lord God, please think of something! If this continues, we're all going to die..."

"God Lord..."

The wails of the gods and immortals rose and fell, each one a testament to their expectations and urging for the divine authority to act.

The Painting Immortal Clan was also at a loss. Although they were born with strong spiritual senses and Chongming's pressure could not affect them, the large-scale protection of a million demons by high-level Painting Spirits had exhausted their spiritual power. Now, facing Chongming's attack, they could barely protect themselves.

Only the leader of the Painter Clan had the strength to draw the character 'Shield' to protect Fu Sheng, but the range of that 'Shield' was only enough to protect Fu Sheng alone.

Whether they were immortals or immortals of the Painting Immortal Clan, everyone was looking at Fu Sheng, waiting for her instructions.

As Fu Sheng listened to the constant cries for help from the immortals and gods and felt the expectant gazes cast upon him from all around, he never felt such intense pressure as he did now.

Every order she gives holds the power of life and death over everyone.

But she couldn't think of any other solutions.

A feeling of powerlessness and suffocation spread throughout my body.

She raised her head, her face pale, and looked at the area where Chongming's demonic energy reached, which was like a life-reaping machine. More and more immortals and gods could not resist and fell one after another.

With such a vast disparity in strength, all resistance seems futile.

This was an overwhelming and widespread massacre.

—'Fusheng, you can't save everyone.'

Qi Qi's words from back then rang in my ears again without warning, like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, the ripples spreading outwards and growing larger and larger.

Finally, Fu Sheng's expression shifted. Her voice was hoarse, and she forced a bitter smile. She asked, "If I can only kill Chong Ming by 'taking Qing Ming's place, are all of you... willing to sacrifice yourselves for me?"

The moment those words left his lips, it seemed as if they had taken away all of Fu Sheng's strength.

The memories in my mind began to burn, and the surrounding scenery suddenly began to shatter.

Fu Sheng's pupils trembled; this was... a sign that the illusion was about to shatter!

why?

Because of what she said?

Fu Sheng quickly looked at the faces of the immortals and gods, wanting to see the answer.

Although the immortals and gods did not understand what 'substitute for Qingming' meant, they understood what Fusheng said next.

There are deities with unwavering gazes who shout, "I am willing, even unto death!"; and there are deities who have given up all hope and say, "I cannot escape death either way, I am willing to die for my lord."

Of course, there were also gods and immortals who looked timid and kept saying, "I don't want to die, God, save us."

But more often, the immortals and gods looked hesitant, their expressions uncertain, and they remained silent.

Having received the result, Fu Sheng withdrew his gaze.

Fragments of the illusion continued to fall, and by now most of it had collapsed.

Fu Sheng closed his eyes, and his heart was unusually calm at that moment.

This illusion lasted so long, it made her so tired.

In any case, she can finally go out now.

"My lord!!!"

Just then, a familiar voice rang out.

Huaijin!

Fu Sheng suddenly opened her eyes. Amidst the violent shaking, she could only see a figure riding a giant flying python rushing towards her at an extremely fast speed in the distance.

Huai Jin looked anxious, and seemed to be holding something high in his hand, which emitted a bright white light.

Fu Sheng tried to see what it was, but couldn't make it out at all.

At this point, the illusion completely collapsed.