"No, Lamp Holder, please save me..." Just as Yang Qizhou was lost in thought, a piercing, miserable scream suddenly echoed from ahead.
Yang Qizhou lifted his head.
He saw "Mr. Death," his body covered with festering sores, his flesh grotesquely twisted into a monstrous form. The man's face was contorted in agony, with bulging veins, and strange symbols emanating an aura of malevolence surfaced on his skin.
Not good,
With the completion of the "Divine Descent Ceremony," all followers involved in the ritual would become sacrifices, vessels to contain the descent of the "Deception Lord."
And as one of them, "Mr. Death" would be no exception.
Yang Qizhou's expression, once casual and uninvolved, now grew deeply solemn. He recalled a certain notion: "If the 'Deception Lord's' true form uses the sacrifices as vessels, then as part of the ritual, could the existence of 'Mr. Death' create a pathway for this Pillar-level Abyss Old God to descend partially into the real world?"
