"Seems like I used too much force again!"

Watching the fragmented corpse plummet to the ground like meteors, creating craters all around, Chen Shouyi thought to himself in a daze.

As he was thinking this, his will was completely exhausted, and his body plummeted to the earth.

"Boom!"

The ground shook violently, and a bowl-shaped crater with a diameter of several dozen meters was created where he landed. He now weighed 25,000 tons; just imagine such a massive battleship falling from a kilometer high, and you can conceive its power.

Chen Shouyi held his head, which was splitting with pain, retracting his armor into his space while ceasing the burning of faith.

He snorted through his nostrils, expelling the dust, rubble, and solidified magma ash from his lungs.

He then examined his body, noticing that while his body was still scorched black from the high temperature, fortunately, only the surface layer was affected. A gentle rub with his hand revealed bloody flesh beneath, clearly showing the resistance effect of Divine Power.

Moreover, he keenly noticed that even without actively clearing the residual Divine Power, it was dissipating slowly under the expulsion of cellular will, although the process was extremely slow and almost unnoticeable, it was steadfast.

His heart was exhilarated; this was with only a 15% Self-Healing rate.

If he increased it to 50%, even when encountering the Lord of Lightning, he probably wouldn't be as vulnerable as last time; at least... he could withstand a few more hits.

Since it was just a minor injury, Chen Shouyi decided to leave it be and allow it to heal slowly on its own.

He stepped out of the crater, not reverting to his true form.

The earth was shrouded in blue smoke, full of sizzling magma. A large amount of vaporized and then re-solidified magma ash was falling like a heavy snowfall.

He gestured with his hand, and the Lightning Spear swiftly flew over from afar, landing in his hand.

The Lightning Spear bore his will imprint, being connected to his mind, like an embodiment of his thoughts. Even if separated by a thousand miles, he could sense its position and summon it.

To Chen Shouyi, this was nothing unusual, as it had always been this way.

He threw the Lightning Spear back into the space.

Then he started collecting the corpse.

The God of Flames was a deity with medium-level divine power; not collecting it would surely be a waste. Sometimes he still snacked on the weak Divine Power True God's flesh, knowing that there's less and less of the Powerful Divine Power flesh left. He can't afford to waste it; he needs to save whenever possible.

However, the entire body was smashed into fragments, scattered almost everywhere, some even flying dozens of kilometers away.

But what can be done about it?

Is it the God of Flames' fault for being too fragile? That doesn't make sense; if there's blame, it should be on himself.

Chen Shouyi picked up a shattered large leg from a pit. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

The fiery red, jade-like scales on the leg were completely shattered, the entire leg turned limp, clearly showing not only the bones but even the muscle fibers were pulverized.

His punch was not just pure physical collision; it included a terrible explosive force and the high temperature generated upon impact.

Of course, the last aspect was probably harmless to the God of Flames.

But the first two aspects were not easy to withstand.

He tossed the leg back into his space and continued walking toward another location.

...

It took a full hour for Chen Shouyi to gather back the scattered remains.

A large part was wasted, many were crushed into dust and fragments, covering an area of several thousand square kilometers, which he didn't bother to pick up.

Fortunately, the remaining harvest was also satisfying enough.

...

Of course, the real gain was not just this; it also included the vast number of followers of the God of Flames.

Chen Shouyi held the head of the God of Flames, conducting a military parade to announce the fall of the God of Flames and the transition of power.

He originally thought it would be easy to gather faith like the past with the small island barbarians, but he realized he was mistaken this time.

The God of Flames was not those naive Divine Creatures, nor a half-baked Demigod. He was a True God, and his reign might have exceeded ten thousand years.

As an established deity, his faith was deeply embedded in every aspect; his belief itself was an indispensable part of these believers' lives.

Upon hearing the bad news, countless followers collapsed mentally and committed suicide. Some tribes were even incited and coerced into mass suicide, regardless of age or gender, the place was filled with corpses.

...

Chen Shouyi looked down expressionlessly at the three Barbarians.

These were the strongest among the Barbarians, each possessing legendary strength.

"Are you really going to resist me?" he said, his voice like muffled thunder.

"Demon, die!" one of the strong Barbarians passionately shouted with a tragic expression, then charged forward. The other two Barbarians exchanged glances and immediately followed with determined faces.

Chen Shouyi shook his head, appreciating their courage, appreciating their devotion,

then he lifted his foot and stomped down. Before the foot even landed, the ground had already sunk out of thin air. The first two Barbarians were pinned to the ground by wind pressure, unable to move, spitting blood, and their bones cracked.

The face of the other Barbarian changed drastically upon seeing this, just about to escape, but it was too late. Accompanied by the earth's massive vibration, the foot fell, the Barbarian's body shook and was reduced to a mist of blood by the shock force.

Chen Shouyi retracted his foot, not even looking as if he had just crushed a few ants.

...

What puzzled him was the surprisingly low number of followers of the God of Flames, totaling only three million, which clearly defied reason. Normally, the number should be at least in the tens of millions.

"Could this be just a portion of the God of Flames' devotees, with the majority located in other areas," Chen Shouyi pondered.

These believers lived along both sides of a large river, with no other tribes found in other regions.

"Never mind, having this many followers means it wasn't a wasted effort."

Three million Barbarians constituted over ten times his former Barbarian believers. Although it was wielded by violence and might now be harmful to his faith, with time, it would gradually improve.

He didn't linger long, returning to his true form, he kicked off the ground, causing a shockwave to explode, swiftly flying toward the passage.

...

"General Manager Chen!"

"General Manager Chen, you are back."

"You've worked hard."

...

Upon returning to Earth, the leaders of the Spatial Passage base quickly gathered around.

Chen Shouyi nodded in acknowledgment, looking at the crowd, he thought for a moment before saying, "The alert here can be temporarily lifted, that Barbarian God is dead."

Everyone shuddered, dumbstruck upon hearing this.

Dead... dead!

According to the intelligence, there was a medium Divine Power deity on the other side of the passage, one of only two such dangerous pathways in the entire country. One had appeared in the Shankui Province with the God of Fear and Shadow, and the other was here.

And yet, General Manager Chen had been out for only half a day, and the Barbarian God was already dead.

"Gen... General Manager Chen, you... you're not joking, it... it's really dead," the base's leader stuttered.

"I'm not joking," Chen Shouyi said blandly, then walked out.