A flicker of surprise crossed Bai Ye's eyes. Divine Power?
Was Wu De warning me? Did he mean to, or was it accidental?
After the warning, Bai Ye fully unleashed his senses. Staring intently at the Pseudo-Humans below, he immediately noticed something wrong!
With his mental power highly focused, he suddenly saw illusory crimson threads appearing on the Pseudo-Humans, stretching toward the sky like living creatures.
Countless red threads intertwined in midair, carrying the bloody stench and viscous feel unique to flesh as they wrapped around him layer by layer.
The Pseudo-Humans were dragging down my body!?
Bai Ye felt his limbs growing heavier and slower, his body gradually slipping from his control.
He stared fixedly at the sea of people below, his vision turning hazy.
Countless Pseudo-Humans stood scattered across the ground, arranged and gathered together. Tens of thousands of shells formed strokes of ink, sketching out the phantom of an Evil God beyond description upon the earth!
Flesh Prison God!!!
It was slowly writhing, its entire body built from endlessly piled living flesh and blood. It was itself a boundless prison.
Its muscles became walls, its fascia turned into shackles, and its veins wove themselves into cells.
The entire sea of people was but one corner of Its body, and every red thread was a chain with which It imprisoned all living beings.
Using countless Pseudo-Humans as its foundation and bloody threads as chains, the Flesh Prison God sought to drag him down from above into this inescapable purgatory of flesh and blood!
The Evil God behind the conspiracy had finally revealed itself!
Bai Ye had thought it was [Fate] or [Abyss], but he had never expected it to be his old friend, [Flesh Prison]!
The Flesh Prison God that had helped Du Tianming forget his roots back