Hearing Lin Qiye's words, Master Chen frowned, seemingly unable to understand.
An Qingyu pushed open the carriage door and walked straight over to the Norse god corpse that the Monkey King had smashed into pulp with a single blow. Pinching up a piece of minced flesh with his fingertips, he examined it carefully for a moment.
"It can't be wrong. It's the same as those filthy things we encountered in hell."
"Odin?" Lin Qiye mused. "Could he have returned? But... there clearly wasn't any ash snow here. Why were these Norse Gods contaminated? And why were we all right?"
"Unlike those things in hell, the contamination in these Norse Gods seemed to have begun from within their bodies." A gray hue colored An Qingyu's eyes. He adjusted his glasses and said, "In hell, those monsters were contaminated from the outside in after their skin came into contact with ash snow... In a sense, this kind of contamination is even more terrifying.
"If the ash only touches the surface of the skin, you can still prevent the contamination from spreading by quickly severing the limb. But contamination that spreads from the inside out is impossible to guard against."
"From the inside out..."
Lin Qiye murmured, "So this contamination had existed inside the Norse Gods' bodies for a long time?"
"That should be the case. Otherwise, there's no explanation for why we're fine." An Qingyu nodded gravely.
Upon hearing this exchange between Lin Qiye and An Qingyu, Verdandi seemed to realize something, and her expression changed drastically.
Her figure became a streak of light as she shot toward the Sacred River not far from the battlefield. With a fierce motion of her right hand, she hurled the spear in her palm like lightning toward the source of the Sacred River at the