Made by Faith, Bound by Faith

"Can the Corpse Spirit Race actually absorb Deep Decay?"

The Corpse Spirit Race's actions had been witnessed by quite a few nearby players, leaving them utterly stunned.

The Storyteller was especially sharp-eyed and immediately realized the significance of this.

Before this, the emergence of Deep Decay had left the players completely helpless. There was almost no way to counter it. If its self-awareness had been any stronger, it might truly have dealt Candlefire devastating losses.

But now, with the arrival of the Corpse Spirit Race, Deep Decay had found its solution.

This naturally filled the Storyteller with intense curiosity. He hurriedly handed his current work over to the others at the studio, then moved closer.

He intended to speak with the Corpse Spirit Race once they had finished absorbing the Deep Decay and learn more information.

If the players had merely been surprised and shocked—

Then in Extreme Punishment Tyrant's eyes, this was sheer terror.

"No... impossible. This is impossible!"

"This is Deep Decay, power from the ashes of the world! No one can control it, no one!"

"Where did these damned things come from? Why aren't they being corrupted by Deep Decay? Why?!"

Extreme Punishment Tyrant roared furiously.

He knew perfectly well what situation he was in.

Candlefire had blocked off his escape route, he could not match them in raw power, and even surrender had been refused.

Under such circumstances, only by taking a vicious bite out of Candlefire before dying could he preserve even a shred of dignity as an evil god.

Yet even Deep Decay, his final trump card, had been dealt with by the Corpse Spirit Race summoned by Candlefire.

Not only had Deep Decay failed to corrupt them, it had instead become their nourishment!

It was like taking the last tiny fragment of his