The pure white snowfield blanketed the entire city. Dark clouds filled the sky, nearly blocking out the sunlight, while within them, a vivid crimson sun shone upon the earth. An eclipse-like shadow covered it, shrouding the entire sun in a dark circular silhouette. Only the flames burning along its edges cascaded down from the heavens like a flowing waterfall, falling to the ground.
This bizarre sight left the sorcerers piloting Mechanical Gods in the sky speechless, but for Fang Zheng, this was only the beginning.
The contract with the Necronomicon had been the clearest decision Fang Zheng had made since manifesting in this body. He did not know whether it was because they shared the same origin, but the contract with the Necronomicon allowed him to wield, even in the real world, his domain and power as an Elder God.
Before this, Fang Zheng had simply had no way to use the power of an Elder God in reality. He could only use it by invading someone else's mental world or within dreams. But now, after forming a contract with the Necronomicon, he could use an Elder God's power in the real world just as he had with his original body.
And that meant... at least the part of his power that belonged to the Elder Gods had completely returned to his hands!
At that moment, Fang Zheng's right hand had completely melted away. The arm, which had originally been condensed from shadows, now resembled a sewage pipe, pouring murky, filthy viscous liquid downward. The liquid rapidly spread across the snowfield, transforming into tissue like rotten chunks of flesh. It rolled outward in every direction, and then something huge, like a bubble, began to swell from the source of the decaying flesh as though someone were inflating a balloon.
Then