"Deer are such elegant animals. You're far too rough." Xia Yang picked up the totem Gao Ming had stepped on earlier and painted the monster onto its beast face. He was imitating the ability of the Beast God Clay Sculpture.
Xia Yang had no faith and held nothing in reverence.
To him, every god, every ability, and every memory was merely pigment in his hands, including Gao Ming and himself. As long as he could paint a perfect fate with his own hands, it would all be worthwhile.
His body dissolved into swirling, colorful snowflakes. Like a dandelion scattered by the wind, Xia Yang attached himself to Luo Dong's wife.
"If Gao Ming took an interest in you, there must be something compelling enough about you and your family."
The images of a Fierce Beast and a red garment appeared on Luo Dong's wife at the same time. Xia Yang used her soul as his canvas, and his voice came from within the painting.
Luo Dong's wife was influenced without realizing it. She easily evaded the Deer-Headed Hunter's attack, while the red image of a Vengeful Ghost and the black Fierce Beast image on her body continuously supplied her with power.
"Your fate has already changed. Now you're in the same boat as us." Xia Yang seized control of Luo Dong's wife's body and laughed without restraint between the two enormous monsters.
In the stairwell deep within the fifth floor, the steps had turned into flesh and blood. Gao Ming ignored the chaotic battle behind him. His only target was the Beast-Faced Clay Sculpture.
"You can't get away."
For the first time in a long while, the Beast-Faced Clay Sculpture felt the threat of death again. It had to admit that it had underestimated this "wretch" who lived in Hanhai.