Lin Qiye's body was nailed to a black cross. Without The Sky's Poet, his figure was completely exposed amid the ashes filling the sky.
Just as he was about to sink his consciousness into the Psychiatric Hospital of the Gods in his mind, Uriel's corpse, standing at the center of the meteor crater, beat his tattered white wings and slowly rose into the sky.
The writhing red eyeball stared respectively at Lin Qiye and An Qingyu on the two crosses. Its lips parted slightly, and tumors suddenly surged from both cheeks, splitting into countless tiny mouths.
Countless savage, piercing laughs echoed beneath the sky alongside Uriel's deep voice:
"Sin... Judg... ment..."
Uriel's voice was extremely hoarse, as if someone were tugging at his vocal cords, mechanically forcing out those words.
"Sin Judgment—!!!"
Within the valley, countless crazed tumor wraiths roared along with Uriel. Every Crimson Eyeball on their bodies shone with excitement.
They, too, had once been judged by the angels of Heaven and fallen into Hell under eternal torment. Now it was their turn to become "angels" and pronounce judgment upon the sins of others.
This twisted pleasure and resentment made them laugh uncontrollably. As they wriggled in excitement, the entire valley seemed to transform into a tide of tumors.
As those four words rang out, Lin Qiye and An Qingyu felt the chains around them tighten once more. At the same time, an invisible force seemed to press down from above, forcibly pushing their heads down.
Above the valley of cheering, jubilant flesh tides, two figures hung their heads, nailed to pitch-black crosses like sinners awaiting judgment, bowing in repentance.
Lin Qiye clenched his teeth, his eyes bloodshot. He struggled with all his might to break free of that force and raise his head, veins bulging one after