The situation had become extremely unfavorable for the Cursed Hospital. Zhang Ya had driven the White-Clothed Dean back again and again, every God of Calamity was tied down, and the cursed prison isolating Blood City was on the verge of collapse.
Sitting amid the Corpse Mountain and Sea of Blood, the Blood-Clothed Dean finally made his move.
Corpses collided with one another, and countless black threads emerged from their bodies.
The Dean's first target wasn't Chen Ge and the others, but the White-Clothed Dean.
Before anyone could react, the threads that had emerged from the corpses had already wrapped around the White-Clothed Dean.
"You've done very well."
Chen Ge had said the same thing to Xiao Sun before, but the White-Clothed Dean met a completely different fate from Xiao Sun.
To the Cursed Hospital, a "person" who was no longer useful was trash, fit to be discarded at any moment. The Blood-Clothed Dean dragged the White-Clothed Dean, whose abilities had been stripped away, into the Sea of Blood, where countless black threads tore him to pieces.
The White-Clothed Dean hadn't resisted very fiercely at any point. He seemed to have known his fate all along: the two of them were destined to become one.
After devouring the White-Clothed Dean, the Blood-Clothed Dean rose from the Human Bone Throne. His flesh melted, and the Corpse Mountain and Sea of Blood beneath his feet shifted with every movement he made.
That terrifying aura was beyond the reach of any single God of Calamity.
"I'm still short of what I need. My family, it's your turn to protect me now." The Blood-Clothed Dean swept his arm. The adults and children in "Heaven," who only ever smiled, began walking toward the Sea of Blood of their own accord.
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