No one could have imagined Chen Ye's Impact would have such tremendous power.

Perhaps even the Abyssal Blood Pupil itself hadn't anticipated it.

The massive blood pupil directly shattered the outer wall of the fourth-floor teacher's office, taking the windows along with it.

Wu Jianshan pressed his palms together and raised them high above his forehead, his expression neither joyful nor sorrowful, like clay sculptures or wooden carvings in a temple.

Simultaneously, Wu Jianshan was murmuring incantations under his breath.

In just an instant, a miraculous power began floating around Wu Jianshan's body.

An extremely graceful figure, dressed in red clothing, appeared before Wu Jianshan.

This graceful figure seemed as if she had always been there, never having left.

The figure extended her slender left hand toward the blood pupil that was hurtling toward her like a cannonball.

Her forever-closed eyes showed no change in expression, like stubborn, unyielding ice.

It was this slender, pale left hand that effortlessly caught the blood pupil, forcibly stopping its destruction of the teaching building.

The scene formed an extremely discordant picture.

Wu Jianshan hid behind the woman, while the woman in blood-red clothing single-handedly held the blood pupil that measured a full three meters in diameter.

The blood pupil's pupil was flickering wildly at this moment.

"This is..."

When Chen Ye saw this red figure appear, his intact right eye also trembled violently.

This was the third time he had seen the Death God appear.

It remained just as awe-inspiring.

Because of the Death God's appearance, all the white Crawlers on the scene seemed to have encountered their natural enemy, retreating one after another.

The Apocalyptic Pickup Truck charged through the school gate, coming to an abrupt stop with a screeching brake.

The several vehicles behind it were instantly liberated, rushing through the white tide and charging into the school entrance.

Due to Boss Gao's panicked driving, the bus even scraped hard against the school gate, causing a large dent in the vehicle body, but fortunately it ultimately made it through the entrance.

When Zhou Xiaoxiao's car rushed into the school, the entire vehicle was falling apart, with the front hood emitting thick white smoke.

Apart from losing two survivors, this time everyone had narrowly escaped death.

But when everyone saw the situation inside the school, they all closed their mouths and obediently hid far away.

When the Death God followers saw that graceful and extremely seductive figure, fanaticism filled each of their eyes.

The Death God—this was the very reason for the Death God Church's existence.

"As the old world sinks into ruin,

We beg Your merciful harvest, granting ultimate salvation.

Absolve us of our heavy burdens..."

All the Death God followers put down their work, kneeling on both knees right where they stood, praying to that great figure.

Wave after wave of prayers gathered together, forming a strange fluctuation in the air.

As for the convoy's survivors, most looked at each other, somewhat at a loss for what to do.

A few survivors, like the Death God followers, knelt devoutly on the ground and began reciting the "Death God Scripture" along with them.

The Abyssal Blood Pupil had already detached from the teaching building's outer wall, floating once again above the school playground.

The fourth-floor teacher's office had been struck by the Abyssal Blood Pupil, leaving a concave spherical indentation, with a deep crack appearing on the teaching building's facade.

The Death God drifted lightly down from the fourth floor to the school playground, her feet suspended in the air without touching any dirt.

The heavy snow continued falling from the sky, forming a curtain of snow across the entire school playground.

Wu Jianshan emerged from the damaged teacher's office with a gloomy expression, then walked to the third floor, then to the second floor, then to the first floor.

It must be said that Wu Jianshan's method of making an entrance seemed somewhat mismatched with the Death God's. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

After all, he was the Archbishop of the Death God Church.

Wu Jianshan didn't look at Chen Ye and the others, his gaze fixed unblinkingly on that massive blood-colored pupil.

The Abyssal Blood Pupil's pupil kept flickering, sometimes looking to the left, sometimes to the right, and even glancing at Chen Ye several times.

Although the Abyssal Blood Pupil couldn't speak like the Eight-Limbed Human Face, it was clearly a complex-minded big eyeball.

"Blood Pupil, you've gone too far!"

Wu Jianshan stood beside the Death God, his eyes coldly fixed on the Abyssal Blood Pupil.

The Abyssal Blood Pupil didn't speak, but instead the nearby Eight-Limbed Human Face spoke: "Heh heh heh... Wu Jianshan, you have so many living people in your Death God Church, can you really enjoy them all? Why not give us a hundred, and we'll leave right now!"

"Otherwise... hehe..."

It was the old woman among the Eight-Limbed Human Face who spoke.

When the old woman spoke, it sounded like someone was pinching her throat, making it very uncomfortable to listen to.

The Death God followers seemed completely unaware of these words.

Instead, the survivors from the convoy turned pale upon hearing this.

Zhou Xiaoxiao carefully limped over to behind Chen Ye and the others.

Xu Lina quietly moved further away from those Death God followers.

"A hundred, just a hundred, hehe... Grandma, I want to eat him!"

The face of the seven or eight-year-old girl among the Eight-Limbed Human Face spoke, using a tentacle to point at Chen Ye.

"Good grandson, we'll let you eat him, we'll let you eat him..."

The old woman's face quickly comforted her, as if Chen Ye had already been reserved by them, destined to be eaten by their family.

Chen Ye glanced at this bratty child, lit a cigarette, and leaned against the pickup truck to smoke, completely ignoring the brat!

After thinking for a moment, Chen Ye ran over to Iron Lion's school bus, climbed inside, and began rummaging for something.

"Grandma... he... he looks down on me!"

The little girl's face pouted discontentedly.

"Sister... hehe... sister, he looks down on you!"

The little boy's face beside her started stirring up trouble.

Wu Jianshan's gaze turned cold: "Old Man Qian, have your injuries from that day healed yet?"

Wu Jianshan was referring to being cut in half by the Death God's scythe previously.

Hearing these words, all eight human faces turned gloomy and venomous.

"Wu Jianshan, with so many of us Anomalies here this time, do you really think we're still afraid of you?"

"This time, even the Snow Woman and other brothers have come, we just want to test your capabilities, hehe... If..."

The Eight-Limbed Human Face wasn't wrong—this time they indeed wanted to test the Death God's strength.

Once the Death God showed any sign of weakness.

What would follow would be the apocalypse for the Death God Church and everyone else.

Right at this moment, Chen Ye had already found a fruit phone packaging box in the school bus.

Chen Ye opened the packaging at the fastest speed, then powered it on and opened the camera function at top speed.

Chen Ye had always wanted to simulate the Death God, but opportunities were scarce.

Since coming to the Death God Church, he had only seen it once before when watching Wu Jianshan lead the Death God followers in a ritual.

And the first time he encountered Wu Jianshan when he saw her take action.

Mobile phones had long become useless bricks—neither edible nor drinkable, and couldn't be exchanged for Withstand The Cold supplies.

Even when gathering supplies, seeing those phones worth over ten or twenty thousand, no one would give them a second glance.

When everyone was fleeing, to carry more supplies, they had long abandoned their phones.

Even if someone still had one kept, it would have long run out of battery and shut down.

Only Iron Lion had some unopened phones here.

Now with such a rare opportunity, Chen Ye certainly wouldn't let it pass.

Recording the Death God's combat footage, then studying it carefully afterward—he might actually be able to simulate the Death God.

At the very least, it could enhance the combat power of simulating the Death God, right?

Damn it, only thinking of this method now—his brain must have been fried.

For so long, his mind had been filled with nothing but tense survival and escape.

As if the peaceful life before was already something from a past lifetime.

And so, in this highly tense situation, beside the playground, a young man smoking a cigarette aimed his camera at the center of the playground, appearing somewhat out of place.