Old Familiar God had appeared.
The Flesh Prison God!!
Bai Ye knew that the massive gathering of Pseudo-Humans had caused the Flesh Prison God's projection to take form.
A cold sneer curled across his lips. "That traitor is only taking advantage of the Pseudo-God's lack of brains, using it as a weapon.
He hides himself away and lets the Pseudo-God take the lead."
Indeed, it was an excellent scheme. The Pseudo-Humans would erode North Mang, Flesh Prison would descend, and Lu Chen would not need to do anything but wait to reap the rewards.
But how could a god let him have his way?
Bai Ye flickered and vanished from where he stood.
Within Ten Thousand Woods, the Peerless General and the others stared skyward in horror at the boundless Flesh Prison stretching across the heavens, their minds reeling!
This was their first time seeing a god. Those who had never seen one could never imagine how terrifying a god was. It was a higher-dimensional existence beyond the expression of human language and human thought.
Incomprehensible. Indescribable.
Even if the Flesh Prison God had projected only the tip of an iceberg of its power, the suppression from a higher dimension was enough to make ordinary people instantly lose their will to fight.
The human soldiers within Ten Thousand Woods began to scatter. Some blankly looked up at the sky, as though their souls had left them.
Some let out hysterical howls, while others trembled as they kowtowed, begging the god for forgiveness.
"Wh... what kind of joke is this!? Is this the Forbidden Evil God!?" The Collector's eyes were bloodshot, his face utterly stripped of its elegance.
"Can humanity truly defeat something like this?" The Peerless General tightly gripped her red-tasseled spear and murmured blankly.
A deep sense of powerlessness