Acting Death God

In the distant Death Realm.

A layer of dark gray cloud hung over the sky. Souls wandered the endless wasteland like mist. Now and then, a shrill wail came from afar before fading back into deathly silence.

Deep in the Death Realm, a black temple stood amid countless bones.

Inside the temple.

A pair of tightly shut black eyes flew open!

Terrifying Divine Power of death erupted from the temple. Countless souls wandering nearby dropped to the ground as if startled, not daring to make a sound.

Mortus sat on his black throne, his face so pale it was almost translucent.

His true body had not died.

But he had felt everything that had just happened in the human world.

His manifestation had been destroyed, and the Divine Power he had poured into it had been forcibly purified by Audela's Holy Crystal. The backlash was worse than he had expected.

Worse still, he had few believers left in the human world. The Divine Power he could replenish through their faith was pitifully small.

In his current state, he would have to sleep for at least several hundred years. If his recovery was any slower...

Even a thousand years was possible!

Mortus ground his teeth.

A mortal! A mere mortal had driven him to this!

But how long did humans live?

A hundred years, at most.

The hatred in Mortus's eyes was almost tangible, then gave way to a deeper frustration.

By the time he truly awoke, that human called Ling Chu would probably have been dead so long even her bones had rotted away. The tree on her grave might have grown through countless seasons.

That was what he could not bear. It was not that Ling Chu would escape his revenge, but that he might never get the chance