Blueberry Assassin

America, 1980.
No sooner had Xu Yi transmigrated than he was put on the dissection table; then he gradually came to understand the true nature of this world.
"Studying medicine can't exorcise undead demons; I must become an exorcist!" he resolved silently to himself.
On a misty, rain-soaked night.
"Miss Evil Spirit over there, the night is cold and damp; be careful not to catch a chill! Come over here and warm yourself by the fire!" Xu Yi said, holding a lighter, as the pale gold flame slowly approached the other.
The Evil Spirit shrank back, looking at Xu Yi with fear.
"Don't be afraid, I just want to warm you up..." Xu Yi's face broke into a warm smile, "by setting you on fire!"
Ding dong! Ding dong!
"Sign-in at the Land of Fear successful, Resurrection Coin awarded!"
"Synthesis pathway requirements met, do you wish to combine the following entries?"
Psychic + Scholar + Painter = Psychic Painter!
Saintly Offspring + Gunfight Technique + Revolver Mastery = Holy Gunslinger!
Undead + Revelation + Holy Nation = God!

American Exorcism Male God

Xu Yi stared at the mechanical arm, feeling the vast expanse of ancient years from it.


His pupils suddenly constricted as the part of the Angry Tree grasped by the metallic arm withered at a visible speed, like a sugarcane strip drained of its juice.


This withering spread to other parts of the Angry Tree like a plague.


The life force of the Angry Tree was being devoured continuously, and it let out a fox-like wail, its body trembling in agony while its numerous branches violently beat against the Metal Coffin.


The Metal Coffin, seemingly rusty and old, was extraordinarily robust, showing no signs of cracking.


The space below the corridor was empty except for the bodies of the members of the Ring of Destruction scattered on the ground. The Angry Tree grabbed the corpses from the ground, tearing some into pieces, while tossing others into the air.


Chapter 335 He's Not in a Hurry, but Someone Else Is