Corpse Recovery Diver-Chapter 1280 - 233:

Everyone has their own logical self-consistency, the more morally unprincipled the betrayer, the more adept they are at deceiving themselves. It will never admit that it is wrong, preferring to distort and modify past memories, because it is unwilling to experience even the pangs of conscience.

The vivid and real past, driven by curse power, continuously impacts its mind.

"Bodhisattva, Bodhisattva, Bodhisattva..."

"I already said, I am not a Bodhisattva, don't call me that."

"I don't care, you are the Bodhisattva in my eyes, I will call you Bodhisattva, squeak!"

The monkey quickly stabilized its mind, reaching out to grab Tan Wenbin on its body.

Pierced and pinned to the pillar by a stick, Run Sheng actively grabbed the front end of the stick, pulling himself off of it.

The high temperature continuously roasted his body, but he seemed to feel no pain, simply moving forward, then binding the monkey's waist with his feet, and holding the monkey's arms with his hands.

The last time experiencing such a fight, Li Yuan True Monarch was still a real monkey, fighting with the monkeys in the pack that bullied him, both sides biting and entangling, using any means possible.

Now, the monkey wants to break free, constantly using its body to crash into the Run Sheng behind it, while increasing the flames on its body, trying to incinerate the person clinging onto it.

Previously knocked flying, Lin Shuyou appears again with mace in hand, not wasting the excellent opportunity his partners created for him, swinging the double mace mercilessly, aiming at the monkey's chest.

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"

Under the heavy blows, the monkey bares its fangs, wanting to pull out the stick, but the stick is firmly jammed into Run Sheng's body, and its hands are forcefully pulled by Run Sheng, so the monkey can only dazedly kick at Lin Shuyou attacking it from the front.

Lin Shuyou does not dodge at all, letting the monkey kick him flying each time, but each time he is sent flying, he swiftly charges back before hitting the ground, smashing the mace into the monkey's chest once more.

He shrieks, screams, and roars intertwine; blood, flesh, ghost energy, evil qi, and True Monarch divine power hysterically unleash amidst the flames.

Now, a bloody balance has emerged.

Different from Brother Xiao Yuan earlier directing the siege on the Gatekeeper True Monarch with ease, yet a similar result has been achieved because the monkey cannot break free from the restraints.

Black mist continuously floods into Run Sheng and Tan Wenbin's bodies, maintaining their strength while further transforming their existence.

Lin Shuyou has no energy left to worry about Run Sheng and Tan Wenbin's future, because all he can do now is relentlessly charge forward, swing the mace, smash!

Time flows endlessly, Lin Shuyou forgets how many times he's been kicked flying, only remembering how many monkey ribs he's broken now.

His family loves eating beef balls, especially the hand-beaten kind.

Now, he feels like he's doing the same thing.

The monkey's chest has been battered to a pulp by him, black fur mixed with flesh, each mace swing sticks first, then rebounds.

He feels it's close, if not the next mace swing, then the one after, surely he can shatter the monkey's chest like an egg shell.

Tan Wenbin's hair is all white, his face sunken, his flesh constantly drying to skin over bone.

The more black mist he absorbs, the more emaciated he becomes, but even if he turns into a mummy, his hands still grip the monkey's eyes tightly.

Moreover, due to his thinning physique, his fingertips have become harder and sharper, slowly piercing the monkey's eyes and drawing blood.

The scorching stick still remains in Run Sheng's chest, the scent of roast meat long pervasive, Run Sheng now resembles a shrimp almost cooked.

But because Run Sheng and the monkey are stuck together, the apertures on his body are like suction cups, keeping him and the monkey tightly bound.

No matter how the monkey struggles, he will not let go.

Actually, neither Tan Wenbin nor Run Sheng could think anymore, fortunately, at the moment of desperate struggle, there's no need to think much.

The bloody contest here is actually a continuation of the stalemate between Sun Baishen and True Monarch Pu Du over untold years, just transformed in appearance through Li Zhiyuan's intervention.

The two sides inside the hall are like two snakes, coiling tightly together, each biting the other's body, refusing to let go, only waiting for the other to expire first!

Within the white light.

Li Zhiyuan's whole body was drenched in cold sweat, if he hadn't swallowed four lotus petals earlier, he wouldn't know how much nosebleed he'd have by now.

But even so, that feeling of brain slowly drying appeared, though not to exhaustion yet, it was not far.

True Monarch Pu Du: "Amitabha Buddha!"

Separated by white light, Li Zhiyuan could not perceive the situation outside, but after hearing this Buddhist chant, he knew the situation outside had not collapsed, maybe his side even held a slight advantage.

Otherwise, True Monarch Pu Du would have no reason to attempt to intervene again, to try to change the stalemate situation with him.

In the next moment, True Monarch Pu Du's consciousness once again surged towards the youth, attempting to drag him back into the Illusion Realm.

"I can swear on my Buddha nature, if you cease interfering in this matter, I will ensure the safety of you and your people in leaving."

"Having bet this much, there's no potential for ending in a draw; for both sides, not winning... is losing!"