Everyone slowly approached the statue, returning to the altar's bounds. The force field that defied physics once again gave them the ability to walk on the "ground." Using their powers or items, they created streams of clean water to hold back the white oily sludge, which had settled and become less aggressive.
With no suitable decayed branches nearby to control, Yu Xing had no choice but to summon phantom branches to shield his sides and use their sight to observe the statue.
The statue seemed to be breathing.
What surged around it wasn't only filthy power. There also seemed to be a faint "life force"—the kind it had stripped from drowning victims and transformed into a force that placed it on a higher conceptual level.
At that moment, the statue no longer spoke or moved, and no longer maintained any kind of outward disguise. It simply exposed its filthy, muddy body to them, letting them approach step by step. It was as quiet as if it were dead, yet somehow had reached its most "living" state.
In...
Out...
Yu Xing could faintly sense an extremely peculiar rhythm in the flowing water.
He knew Jiang Haunt had absolutely not given up on devouring them. He stayed fully alert, studying every abnormal detail of Jiang Haunt. As they drew closer, Jiang Haunt seemed to grow larger and larger, forcing them to look up at it.
That only made this group of "uninvited guests" look like the most devout pilgrims.
Was it trying to subtly corrupt its believers...? They had come gazing at the false god's face, and their actions overlapped with those of "believers." Did that mean the rules between them would shift in the false god's favor?
Yu Xing's mind filled with all sorts of possibilities.
This kind of mental corruption