American Exorcism Male God-Chapter 345: Through "Baptism

On the highways of Boston, Ailan and West were sprinting toward the suburbs, heading for the source of the next column of light.

As Ailan watched West’s retreating figure, she recalled the events that had transpired minutes ago.

The man who claimed to be "Xu Yi’s friend" had resuscitated and relentlessly controlled the animated corpses to help her destroy the metallic tower.

Although he had just assisted her, she remained vigilant.

Xu Yi had never mentioned this friend, and the man gave off an aura that was too dangerous.

West seemed not to notice Ailan’s icy demeanor, his lips always curled in a genial smile as he shared with her his escape story.

But then his tone shifted abruptly, "Seeing how anxious you are, could it be that something has happened to Xu Yi?"

Ailan glanced at West indifferently and did not respond.

"Seems like I guessed right!" West did not pursue further. He looked up toward the Gate of Truth hanging in the sky, deep in thought.

Moments later, in the midst of their mad dash, Ailan suddenly came to a halt, for they had reached their destination.

In front of them stood a horn-shaped metal tower, from which a light that pierced the heavens burst forth, surging toward the gate high above.

Ailan instinctively gripped the handle of the katana named "Pride," her muscles tensed as she watched ahead with caution.

Around the metal tower, stunningly beautiful women roamed with scarlet pupils, like starving hounds in search of food.

There wasn’t just one of these breathtaking women; they were gathered together in masses, and what was chilling was that they all bore the exact same face.

Even more disturbing was that they casually picked up sharp objects from the ground and continuously dismembered their own bodies.

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"This is my friend, Tomie Kawakami. You can just call her Fujiang!" West introduced softly. Experience more on novelbuddy

A smile still graced West’s face, as if what he saw was not the gruesome self-mutilation, but friends practicing the art of flower arranging at home.

At the same time, Tomie Kawakami also noticed West and Ailan. In unison, they turned, their slender waists twisting as they pounced toward the two of them.

As they moved, a pale pink mist emanated from their bodies.

"Try not to inhale this mist, or it will be problematic!" West warned quietly.

Facing the oncoming tide of "Fujiang," West showed no trace of panic. With a wave of his hand, the animated corpses hiding in the shadows burst forth, positioning themselves in front of him.

There were three of these special jumping corpses, no longer human in shape, their limbs atrophied, and their heads merely tiny points, while their bellies were grotesquely swollen, looking like balloons filled with air.

As they moved, they bounced more like rubber balls.

Suddenly, they opened their mouths, and black dust poured out in a fierce downpour, quickly enveloping the approaching Tomie Kawakami.

The bodies of Tomie Kawakami, coated in dust, seemed to have been doused in concentrated sulfuric acid as they writhed in pain on the ground, melting away like snow.

Ailan thought back to the scene before and understood that the man named West had anticipated all this.

All of the Tomie Kawakamis had vanished, leaving behind only sticky pools of liquid.

West squatted before one of the puddles, reaching into the viscous fluid, and drew out a little black and gold "pebble."

Looking at the "pebble," Ailan suddenly felt it was familiar.

Her gaze swept to the katana "Pride" in her hand, and she realized that the material of the "pebble" was similar to that of her sword.

With a gesture from West, an animated corpse resembling a cabinet walked over to him. He reached into the corpse’s chest and pulled out a test tube containing a pink flesh blob.

He carelessly shattered the test tube, and the flesh blob snaked toward the "pebble," swiftly engulfing it.

The flesh blob writhed and began to multiply, its volume expanding and form becoming clearer until it fully grew into a person.

"Hello there!" the resurrected Tomie Kawakami said as she caught the clothes tossed by West and greeted Ailan.

Ailan paid no attention to her; her heart was filled with urgency.

Drawing her blade, she gathered fierce lightning upon her sword and swung it violently, creating an effect akin to a sword aura.

The ghostly green lightning pierced through the horn-shaped metal tower, causing it to tremble violently.

West was not idle either, controlling the jumping corpses to attack.

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The undead leaped toward the metal tower, detonating violently; luminescent green blood splattered on the tower as acrid smoke billowed from it.

Black-green vines emerged from the crevices of the metal tower, like snakes trying to bite everyone, but they seemed unable to leave the tower. After exposure, they withered rapidly, turning to dust.

The pink beam of light shooting from the top of the tower slowly dissipated, and the Gate of Truth’s doors closed slightly after losing two "power supply lines."

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Xu Yi looked on in astonishment at the scene before him.

The Illusory Ghosts came surging forward, no longer concealed, while the spirit of the True God stood in their midst, like a lone vessel steadfast in the storm, seemingly on the verge of capsizing at any moment.

However, the expression on the Spirit of the True God remained unchanged, its golden eyes coldly indifferent as if observing a swarm of ants.

In fact, the outcome indeed matched its "Pride."

Golden flames erupted from its hands, solidifying into a blazing sword of light which swept across, cutting down the Illusory Ghosts en masse like wheat.

The Spirit of the True God was like an unrivaled warlord, with the Illusory Ghosts before it mere foot soldiers, unworthy of mention. This was a merciless slaughter.

The Illusory Ghosts pressed on relentlessly, seemingly indifferent to their own demise—death, in a sense, was a release for them.

These Illusory Ghosts were not the true terror; the actual horror lay in those "Divine Lights."

Xu Yi had now seen the true nature of the "Divine Light," which was resentment so intense it could take form.

They materialized into nightmarish creatures of terror, too hideous to imagine, and roared as they charged at the Spirit of the True God.

These "Divine Lights" were not the tools of the Illusory Ghosts; they originated from the Gate of Truth, an "evil energy" spawned by the gate.

Even the mighty Spirit of the True God could not withstand these Divine Lights.

As the Divine Light continued to barrage it, the Spirit of the True God began to dissipate, its golden lines growing dimmer.

Xu Yi was deeply pained.

Although the Spirit of the True God had escaped from its predicament, it was, after all, a treasure he had obtained through immense hardship. Watching it being ravaged was almost unbearable.

His soul was close to disintegrating, and the Spirit of the True God was the best "nourishment." Without it, where would he find something to restore his soul?

Xu Yi gazed mournfully at the Spirit of the True God, but then he was suddenly taken aback.

He noticed something was off; the golden lines hadn’t completely vanished, they had just lost their luster and turned transparent.

Because they were semi-transparent, he hadn’t been able to detect them at first glance.

A surge of excitement erupted in Xu Yi’s eyes; indeed, the Spirit of the True God had been diminished, but what was removed from it was more of the indelible marks on the spirit.

It was due to the properties of the "Divine Light," which could erase memories and cloud the spirit. Naturally, the marks on the Spirit of the True God were the first to be targeted.

"In other words, after being washed by the Divine Light, what’s left is the pure essence of the soul!"

Upon realizing this, Xu Yi’s heart began to pound uncontrollably.

Although the Spirit of the True God was weakened, compared to an unusable Divine Spirit, the pure essence of the soul was far more advantageous.

Xu Yi watched the "Battle of the Divine Spirits," inwardly shocked.

If it were Xu Yi, not to mention the soul-searing Divine Light, even the Illusory Ghosts alone would be too much for him to handle.

Yet the battered Spirit of the True God, combined with Xu Yi’s Body of Demigod, was able to exert power beyond that of a Subgod.

Wielding the scorching sword of light, the Spirit of the True God actually managed to annihilate all the Illusory Ghosts, but it didn’t stop swinging its sword; streaks of golden flame slashed into the void one after another.

Just as Xu Yi was beginning to wonder if the Spirit of the True God had lost its mind, a massive rift tore open in the void.

With the appearance of the crack, the entire world began to crumble and fall apart.

"This world is fake, too!"

Xu Yi’s face was full of surprise; the illusionary realm was incredibly realistic, and he couldn’t spot any flaws.

It was at that moment that a cold voice echoed in his mind: "Having undergone the Baptism, you have obtained the qualification for exchange."