**Chapter 320: Is This Seriously the Black Sun God?!**
In an eerily silent half-finished building, faint footsteps could be heard echoing through the stairwell. The owner of those footsteps was slowly climbing higher, completely oblivious to the ominous quiet around them. It was so quiet that even the tiniest sound stood out like a sore thumb.
The owner clearly wasn’t trying to hide their approach, which brought a sense of relief to the members of the Tianfa Sect. At least this signified that the Black Sun God was unaware of their plans.
Nervousness filled the air; this was the first time many of them had ever confronted an Evil God.
After entering this twisted world, they’d encountered Evil Ghosts quite often and occasionally rubbed shoulders with Evil Spirits, but the Evil God? That one seemed solely to exist in legends.
One thing was certain: Evil Gods absolutely existed and were beings that towered over Evil Ghosts.
You could reasonably assume that even the weakest Evil God could easily handle the strongest Evil Spirit, let alone an Evil God versus the likes of a mere Evil Ghost. Just a flicker of an Evil God’s will could make someone wish they were never born, and when it came to killing? Well, that was invisible and really just a walk in the park.
After being tainted by the curse’s power, things only got worse; even d*ath wouldn’t save you—dying only turned you into an Evil Ghost, forever a slave to the Evil God.
And let’s not forget: no matter how strong an Evil Ghost may be, they could at least be eradicated. But an Evil God? That was a different beast entirely; they didn’t even have a physical form, controlling evil thoughts and curses from the shadows. It was as if a divine being decided your fate with just a single thought.
From the experience of their predecessors, all they knew was the bizarre terror of the Evil God—contact with one was like signing a d*ath warrant.
At this moment, claiming to be calm was just wishful thinking. After all, the Black Sun God’s track record spoke volumes. If they were as easy to handle as the Sect Master claimed, then why on earth would everyone be geared up to the teeth and even bring the Gatekeeper along?
The safety provided by their protective gear felt flimsy at best. They had no idea whether this thin layer of fabric could withstand the Black Sun God’s curses.
The footsteps neared, ominously reminiscent of a d*ath knell.
And let’s face it, another reason for their dread was plain old fear of the unknown.
They chatted casually about the limits of the Black Sun God’s power, claiming a bit of focus would deal with it.
But the reality? They didn’t have the faintest clue what the Black Sun God even looked like.
Not for lack of trying; they had sent out scouts multiple times, only to be thwarted by a variety of inexplicable reasons.
Failing once or twice could be chalked up to bad luck, but continually striking out wasn’t mere coincidence. On several occasions, they’d dispatched sizeable forces—only to never even catch a glimpse of the God or to come back with their entire team wiped out, unsure how they met their ends.
It’s worth mentioning that those who met their demise were all suited up in protective gear as well.
What the Black Sun God looked like? They could only imagine at this point.
It was absurd to think that after so many days, they hadn’t even managed to identify their enemy, only knowing that this mysterious figure controlled an Evil Ghost’s body.
Zhou Shan was deep in the fray and sensed the group’s morale was not exactly sky-high.
Which made perfect sense—trying to k*ll the Black Sun God was a gamble with almost no benefits. Who’d be in a good mood about that?
As the footsteps grew closer, everyone held their breath, huddling tightly against the wall or curling up in corners like frightened kittens.
They were all waiting for the Black Sun God to enter their trap.
Bai Yu moved cautiously through the empty, dilapidated building, aiming for a room hidden deep within the structure.
Wading through the darkness, her gaze stayed fixed ahead, ignoring everything else.
No need to check on the surrounding crowd; she already knew they were there in scores.
Reaching the heart of the stairwell, Bai Yu suddenly halted. Shadows manifested before her—at least a dozen figures had concealed themselves in nooks and crannies, cleverly avoiding her line of sight.
But that was just the beginning; more figures started to emerge around her, easily surpassing fifty all told.
The unfinished stairwell felt cramped with so many bodies standing around.
Tonight’s moon was not too shabby, casting decent light into the scene; Bai Yu could clearly see the shiny, reflective protective suits everyone wore—silver all over, even their faces swathed in bulky coverings.
Likewise, the followers of the Tianfa Sect finally caught sight of Bai Yu.
The image before them wildly contrasted with their mental pictures; she looked to be a 15-year-old girl with none of the ghastly traits of an Evil Ghost. Evil Ghosts were supposed to be terrifying horrors dripping with bl**d, yet the girl before them looked like she had stepped out of a fairy tale—every beautiful word in existence could be used to describe her.
She merely stood there, dazzlingly captivating, making it hard for anyone to look away.
They were stunned, rubbing their eyes as if doubting their sight.
Or did that little girl really decide to wander into this forsaken building in the middle of the night?
The tension was palpable.
In this twisted setting, a bunch of suspiciously garbed men surrounded a seemingly fragile girl—nothing about it felt right.
Objectively, this girl looked positively puny compared to the towering figures around her.
Reality was hard to accept: how could this dainty thing be the Black Sun God? Some even contemplated helping her down the stairs, warning her to never return to this place.
But the illusion of a sweet, innocent girl crumbled when a few black tentacles rose behind her.
Strange as it was, they had to believe their own eyes.
“Charge!” With the Deputy Sect Master’s shout, dozens leapt into action, rushing toward Bai Yu in a frenzy.
Those watching felt a momentary daze, including Zhao Mingyue and several Gatekeepers.
At first glance, it hardly looked like the Black Sun God was bullying the Tianfa Sect; it seemed like a group of burly men trying to rough up a delicate lady.
Each one could easily tower over her!
Even Chairman Chen couldn’t suppress a frown.
What he knew about Gluttony could very well align with this—her appearance certainly had deceptive charm before any fighting began.
“Wait a minute…”
Just as he mused on what Gluttony might truly be like, the tentacles behind Bai Yu lashed out. They began as mere arm-thick tendrils and swelled to half a meter wide—snaking like black serpents among the hunters, erupting from walls and floors, consuming everything alive around them.
Not only that, torrents of bl**d Threads started to spread out, one half sealing the area while the other turned into the same serpentine shadows raining havoc on the intruders.
“Chairman! She, she…” one of the Gatekeepers stammered, paralyzed by fear as the nightmarish scene awakened his most horrifying memories.
The girl, arms crossed, seemed unfazed by the chaos as her fully armed enemies were rendered utterly ineffectual, getting ripped apart like rag dolls.
Wasn’t this the very image of Gluttony?!
They couldn’t possibly be mistaken!
“Fall back!” Chairman Chen felt his old teeth threaten to shatter.
Chen Yunshi hadn’t lied to him.
