Memories could not lie.
From Dead Pancreas's memories, Zhou Zhi had clearly sensed it.
Before enduring the so-called strike from [King God], Dead Pancreas's physical condition, including the intensity of his Power of Pestilence, had risen.
What kind of ability was that?
By now, there were not many abilities in the Pestilence World that Zhou Zhi had never seen before.
That rare attack was highly valuable. Perhaps it would allow Zhou Zhi to understand King God better.
And there was another trace...
An aura that could not exactly be called decayed.
Zhou Zhi's heart stirred as though he were considering something.
"Y-You... who exactly are you?!"
Dead Pancreas awoke from the shadow of having his memories plundered and shouted harshly.
Zhou Zhi narrowed his eyes. "Is that important right now, Mr. Dead Pancreas?"
Dead Pancreas's cold, flaming pupils stared fixedly at Zhou Zhi. "Very important."
"The great [Immortality Father God] will return from the darkness, assimilating and twisting you... no matter where you are."
"The [Power of Immortality] permeates everything, is undying and indestructible, and endures forever."
"And in the end, you will collapse and perish in the hell of proliferation, becoming one of countless tumors."
Twenty-Three looked at Dead Pancreas's arrogant appearance and slightly raised her little head.
Ordinary people could not eradicate things like pestilence. After a few decades or centuries, they would revive again.
Zhou Zhi could indeed kill pestilence at its root, but cancer was different.
Over the past twenty years, Zhou Zhi and Twenty-Three had fought the Immortality Tree in dreams for who knew how many rounds.
No matter what kind of attack it was, the Immortality Tree could absorb and assimilate it.
No matter what kind of injuries it suffered, the Immortality Tree could transform into fleshy tumors and rapidly recover.
Indeed...
Zhou Zhi