Sue Ann's actions at the time had been nothing less than a thorough deception of this local Death God.
What had been worship had become imprisonment. To a Death God, that was absolutely intolerable.
As the contract weakened, a sinister wind suddenly howled through the basement. The bones atop the altar clattered like wind chimes, while pained, twisted faces emerged across its surface—the sacrificial victims Sue Ann had chosen.
Dean even spotted the athlete who had died because of him among them, and a wave of guilt rose within him.
Then, an old man with gray skin appeared, far clearer and several times more solid than the one Carl Reed had seen before. This was the Death God's form, surrounded by frigid death and venomous resentment.
Silently breaking free from the altar, he lunged like a ghost at Sue Ann, who was casting the spell.
"Now!"
Sam, who had been watching the scene closely, roared and scattered the large amount of salt and iron filings mixed with lizard blood that he had prepared beforehand, forming an ordinary-looking circle with no special effects whatsoever.
Though it possessed no apparent special qualities and was merely an ordinary mixture, it produced a strange effect.
It barely confined the Death God's violent energy to within several meters of the altar. But under the Death God's frenzied assaults, that invisible restraint fluctuated violently. The iron filings trembled continuously, threatening to scatter apart, and the barrier looked ready to shatter.
Dean dashed forward, yanked the stunned Sue Ann behind him, and held an iron rod smeared with lizard blood across his chest as he stared tensely at that terrifying mass of gray shadow.
Now, without restraint, the old Death God could be seen clearly.
At that critical moment, Wu Heng moved.
He did not even chant