Although this place exerted immense pressure on demigods, there were still ways to resist its corrosive effects.
But Fu Qian hadn't even used his Mythical Form. He'd turned himself into an extreme environmentalist to minimize the chances of triggering an alarm.
Soon, he would have to visit the Night Watchers' lair and find out more about Rainbow of Yao Bian.
For now, he had to keep a low profile. He couldn't let a mere opportunity to advance ruin everything.
As he pondered this, he didn't even wait for his legs to fully recover. He launched himself high into the air with his tentacles, bounding quickly from one protrusion to the next.
Even as his legs had snapped, he had divided his attention and pinpointed the direction of that faint connection.
And time might be even tighter than he'd imagined.
He'd already noticed that even after he'd promptly severed his legs, the gorgeous, almost lurid rust marks were rapidly spreading across his body.
This was an erosion of pure flesh and blood, comparable to Camus's Blood God Curse.
And this time, he wasn't even here on a mission. He'd come to rob a tomb in person, with no Warehouse to cleanse the contamination for him.
Even someone as mighty as him, who had ascended through flesh and blood, wouldn't be able to fix it by simply shedding his skin if it got bad enough.
Especially since this thing was practically an aura covering the entire map.
The Blood Lake below, the protrusions he landed on, even the omnipresent stench—all of them were clearly adding to it. There was nowhere to hide.
All things considered, his body might give out before his False God Incarnation ended.
As he sighed inwardly, his newly grown legs touched down. Fu Qian sped up even more,