Murky blood flowed across the ceiling. Rotting corpses knelt in worship. Rampant vitality gave off a foul stench, and flowers of organs bloomed amid the intertwining Flesh Forest.
Under Situ An's violent urging, more and more cracks spread across the headless Clay Sculpture. Eyes opened inside his body one after another. This madman was on the verge of bursting apart, yet he continued recklessly consuming the god's power.
The Future God had never intended to truly help Situ An. It simply had not expected him to go this far, tearing his body apart and starting over seventeen times. The Clay Sculpture had already expended too much power trying to break through the chains. On this final attempt, Situ An had even unleashed a madness bent on mutual destruction. He seemed to want everyone dead, including the Divine Spirit and himself.
Its head had yet to return. The Future God's main consciousness, which had gone after Gao Ming, was rushing back. In its eyes, Hanhai was merely a livestock farm, yet every one of those ants wanted to slay a god!
Perhaps the god, too, was wondering why every madman in Hanhai had gathered here.
"It's about to be born! The Future God's child! The god's flesh and blood!" Xia Yang excitedly bit into the blood vessel before him, letting filthy blood flow into his mouth. His body continued merging with the Underground Parking Lot. "The god's will hasn't returned yet. Let me paint your body!"
Flesh surged beneath him. Strange patterns appeared on Xia Yang's clothes and exposed skin: images of the Future God's Clay Sculpture that he had painted himself. There was not a trace of respect for the Divine Spirit in his eyes. He even dared to cover his entire body in paintings of the god.
Slithering along,