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At that moment, within the old man's soul sea, he did not see Chen Cheng, whom he had bound and controlled. Instead, he saw a god wrapped in divine radiance and surrounded by countless visions, its head bowed and eyes closed.

Just as he was about to kick the god Chen Cheng had transformed into out of his soul sea, that god directly shattered the so-called barrier of his mind and descended into his soul.

"Tell me. Who instructed you to ambush us here?"

Chen Cheng's voice was like the mighty authority of Heaven, bearing down on the Soul Mage's spirit.

In an instant, the strength he had just gathered to break free from his current restraints was crushed by Chen Cheng's voice.

Chen Cheng was no longer in that frail physical state from outside. He was now a true god. How could the Soul Mage's little tricks possibly escape his notice?

His mind and spirit were shaken, forcing him to reveal what was in his heart.

However, in the next moment, the contract rooted in his soul was triggered. Before Chen Cheng could stop it, the Soul Mage's soul had already been scattered to the winds.

Coming back to his senses, Chen Cheng looked at the corpse before him, frowned, and cursed under his breath. Damn it.

Although he had failed to get anything out of the Soul Mage, that final contract had still given him some guidance.

The person behind all this was capable of establishing a contract that even Chen Cheng in his divine state could not stop. His strength was therefore self-evident.

When he recalled that this was a ruin of the Ancient Civilization, Chen Cheng's heart sank.

He immediately tossed the corpse to the ground and began dissecting it without a flicker of emotion.

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