Thick purple mist churned as the severed Belial drifted lightly down from the air, landing on the cracked asphalt road.
Lin Qiye bent down and picked up the corpse, stuffing it into his pocket. His body swayed, and he nearly collapsed to the ground. He barely supported himself with his straight sword, standing unsteadily where he was.
A warm current flowed from the hilt into his body. Only then did Lin Qiye's tightly strung heart finally relax.
Belial's soul had already been taken into the Psychiatric Hospital of the Gods. That meant it was truly dead this time.
The purple mist slowly dissipated, but Lin Qiye's mental state showed no sign of improvement. He had inhaled far too much mental pollution, and his consciousness was now utterly muddled. An unprecedentedly strange sensation rose within him.
After one's mind was polluted, everyone reacted differently. Some became crazed, some became dull-witted, and some became extremely aggressive. When Belial was alive, it could control the minds of those it had polluted. But now that it was dead, those polluted minds had lost their controller and would develop different symptoms according to each individual's circumstances.
Just as Lin Qiye was about to collapse, a thick branch wrapped around his waist and lifted him from the center of the dense mist, gently placing him in another area where the fog was thinner.
Although Belial was dead, the mist covering more than a dozen kilometers would not immediately vanish. Instead, it would slowly disperse with the wind...
"Thank you..."
Lin Qiye sat weakly against the wall. His muddled mind could no longer sustain the two summoned creatures. With a light wave of his hand, the Chaos Cube and Ancient Treant both flashed with magical light before vanishing from where they stood.
He kept taking deep breaths