One, two, three... four.
Feng Ling counted four Big Head Pseudo-Gods.
Some looked kind and benevolent, some were hideous, some had faces covered in white beards, and one had a green lizard head with a pair of horns on it.
Feng Ling suspected the Maze had wanted to create an old Dragon King, but the result had fallen short, producing a malformed Lizard person instead.
The Pseudo-Gods were born very slowly, moving with extreme sluggishness. They needed the little Rats to tug them free from the viscous mixture of flesh and blood, and as the Pseudo-Gods emerged, vast Mental Power spread outward—
It was no longer a joyful aura, but rage!
Overwhelming rage!
The combined Mental Power of the four Pseudo-Gods was amplified, clearly overpowering Feng Ling.
Feng Ling could only retreat to keep herself from being affected.
Ye Zheng also noticed the issue with their Mental Power. She quickly came to Feng Ling's side and asked, "Their Mental Power seems able to stack?"
"Yeah. When only the first one came out, it wasn't obvious. Now, the range of their Mental Power is probably around fifty meters," Feng Ling replied.
That meant that once they were within fifty meters of the Pseudo-Gods, they would be affected by their Mental Power, experience emotional fluctuations, and might even hallucinate.
Feng Ling sighed. "Why can their Mental Power stack while ours can't?"
"Because they actually came from the same thing." Ye Zheng stared at the four Pseudo-Gods fifty meters away. "See that? Behind them."
"I see..." Feng Ling's gaze lowered slightly.
The Pseudo-Gods used flesh and blood to form their bodies. The more they gathered, the less flesh remained on the ground, gradually revealing the "truth" hidden within—
It was a creature covered in pure black Scales, like a snake and like a