Eerie Sacrifice

Swine Two's body, possessed by Wu Heng, had its muscles swell like popcorn, forming bizarre gray hardened skin. Its six powerful arms kept extending like flailing vines.

In the blink of an eye, it had grown to a hundred meters tall, standing between heaven and earth.

It transformed into a bizarre giant Buddha. The aura of a pseudo-Hell level being compressed the frigid air around it, stirring up a fierce swirling current.

Half Buddha, half monstrosity—terrifying beyond measure.

Mo Suo, the Bright Realm war general who had followed them here, showed no change in expression upon seeing Wu Heng's transformation.

Instead, his eyes gleamed with excitement as he charged straight toward Swine Two's face.

This time, not only did the blade in his hand emit gray mist; his body and war chariot did as well. The mist billowed like beacon smoke, filled with endless ghostly wails, howls, and ferocious ghost faces.

The blood-red incantations carved into his armor lit up completely, flickering as they overflowed with bloody energy.

Red snow fell from the sky, while ghostly smoke rose from the earth.

Within the crimson snowfall, Mo Suo was like a meteor as he slashed toward Wu Heng.

The gray smoke rising from the ground also slashed toward Wu Heng, as if a Ghost King waging war in the Yellow Springs had invaded reality.

Yet in some ways, this place was even more terrifying.

Wu Heng's six arms swept sideways. His massive palms carried six red vortices as crimson snow surged forth like the wheels of Hell, colliding with Mo Suo's attack.

"What a fine Ghost Buddha!" Mo Suo said excitedly.

Even the blade in his hand trembled, while his momentum rose again, as though the more fiercely he fought, the more frenzied he became.

"My Ghost Buddha is indeed excellent,