I'm not a drama god

Chapter 1692 The Actor God General

On the shattered ice plains, a massive black shadow shrouded in blood mist rampages, smashing icebergs one after another, shaking the entire world to its breaking point.

Ning Ruyu's spear pierced deeply into Ji Zai's body, and with a flick of her wrist, she tore off a gruesome piece of flesh a hundred meters long.

But at the same time, dark incantations extended upwards along the tip of the spear.

Ning Ruyu's gaze sharpened, and a surge of ancient, mysterious power from the depths of her soul forcefully resisted the curse of calamity. After a moment, the incantations indeed quickly faded away.

However, his entire body became visibly transparent.

"Time is running out..." Ning Ruyu murmured to herself.

The four brothers were originally formed from the scripts within the Ancient Treasure Trove of Opera. They had very limited time to move around outside the Ancient Treasure Trove, and every battle was a drain on their own resources.

So normally, the four of them wouldn't participate in any battles, but when it came to suppressing Ji Zai, they had to take action.

The four of them have been fighting Ji Zai for so long that their resources are almost exhausted...

Before long, they will disappear completely.

"Second brother, third brother, fourth brother."

Ning Ruyu took a deep breath, looked at her three fellow disciples, and a resolute look flashed in her eyes. "Let's use it one last time."

Luan Mei, Wenren You, and Mo Jiao exchanged a glance and nodded without hesitation.

The four of them vanished without a trace in an instant.

The debris from the shattered iceberg swirled wildly in the frigid wind, while a seven-colored lion clung tightly to the back of the enormous black fish, tearing at its flesh with ferocity...

However, Ji Zai was simply too large. No matter how much damage Sun Bumian dealt, the injuries were not fatal to Ji Zai. Even he himself couldn't think of any way to kill this behemoth.

After Zhao Yi sacrificed himself and became a super tumor inside Ji Zai's stomach wall, Ji Zai's vitality began to weaken continuously. This gave Sun Bumian a glimmer of hope. Auspicious energy poured into Ji Zai's body, causing Ji Zai to lose his mind in pain.

The lantern above Jizai's head flickered on and off, and its form appeared and disappeared erratically in this world. Only Sun Bumian clung tightly to its body, moving with it through the chaotic world...

Bai watched this scene, his eyes flashing with a sharp light.

He could sense four sharp auras of the God of Play brewing something in the void.

However, the movement of the Disaster is unpredictable, and even four Kings cannot keep up... If only we could find a way to stop the Disaster from continuing to pollute the fission space.

Bai Ye mentally reviewed every detail of his fight with Ji Zai until now, and finally his gaze fell on the lantern on Ji Zai's head.

Light……

Bai seemed to realize something, and suddenly raised his hand, reaching out to grab into the void.

He remembered clearly that before Jizai opened the domain of that polluted space, the lantern, which was originally as bright as the sun, turned into an eerie gray color. Its light and the pollution of the space must be connected in some way... Perhaps this pollution was spread through light?

If this is the case……

The aura of the Thief God emanated from Bai Ye. As his mental energy was being consumed at an alarming rate, the eerie radiance that had spread almost throughout the world began to visibly compress towards the center!

Stealing the light!

Stealing Light is a third-tier skill of the Thief God Path, but at lower tiers, this ability can often only steal a small portion of the light projected into the enemy's retina... However, with Bai Ye's current strength as the eighth-tier leader of the Thief God Path, the role of this skill is far more than that.

Crimson blood flowed from Bai Ye's nose. Under the excessive consumption of mental energy, the light emitted by the lantern was gradually compressed, as if an invisible hand had covered its surroundings, forcibly compressing the range of light propagation into a sphere with a radius of several kilometers.

The calamity that could appear out of nowhere and travel dozens of kilometers in one breath, which could originally appear and disappear mysteriously, is now greatly reduced in its range of activity, and its previously unpredictable trajectory is now restricted.

Om-! !

Suddenly, clusters of light shone brightly in Sun Bumian's enormous lion-like eyes.

In a trance, countless human figures appear on the lion dance. Some stroll on its back with candied hawthorns in hand, some swing freely on its beard, and some stand on its head, laughing and pointing at the outside world... The extremely rich atmosphere of human life pushes all misfortune to the opposite side of fate. At this moment, it is a symbol of good fortune and happiness!

As Sun Bumian transformed into a lion, he suddenly opened his giant mouth, and a dazzling pillar of light formed by endless fireworks pierced directly through the body of Ji Zai beneath him!

The body of Jizai, which was swimming in the void, was pierced with a large hole. It resisted violently and let out a loud screech. With a powerful and resilient swipe of its fish tail, it actually knocked Sun Bumian off its back.

The lion, engulfed in seven-colored flames, crashed heavily into the Black Sea, creating a massive wave that surged in all directions like a tsunami.

Just then, four towering, illusory figures suddenly appeared from four directions!

A phantom figure, clad in a blue satin robe embroidered with flowing clouds in gold thread, moved with each step, its sleeves edged in silver. Its imposing stature resembled a mountain standing atop an icy plain. Its hair was neatly styled, and it wore a jade crown, but its face remained indistinct…

The second illusory figure also had no face. A shawl wrapped around her slender figure, and brocade with peony branches fluttered in the wind. Tiny pearls and jade adorned her cloud-like shoulders, jingling as she raised her hand.

In the due west direction, a black python robe embroidered with a furious golden dragon exudes an aura of dominance that seems to crush even the cold wind. A jade belt cinches his waist, highlighting his imposing figure, and his crown is adorned with crimson pom-poms and feathers, making him appear majestic and awe-inspiring.

Compared to the previous three, the last figure appeared more ordinary and solemn. His plain-colored robe reached his ankles, the fabric carrying the warm luster of time. His wide belt was loosely tied around his waist, and his figure was calm and composed.

These four towering figures seem to be microcosms of countless actors emerging from the long river of civilization. They have no faces, yet they seem to hide countless faces. They are no longer named "Ning Ruyu," "Luan Mei," "Wenren You," or "the last character," but have become the essence itself.

The moment these four giant shadowy figures of actors appeared, thousands of kilometers away in the ancient Xidao Tibetan region...

Four empty book shelves for opera characters—"Sheng," "Dan," "Jing," and "Mo"—suddenly burst into flames, as if the essence of opera from ancient times to the present had been completely consumed in that moment!

On the icy plain, four giant figures exuding the aura of the Daoist arts simultaneously brandished their weapons, like four divine generals vanquishing evil spirits, and thrust towards Ji Zai's body!