"Aaah..."
On the oval altar on the second underground level of the Death Cemetery, Han Shuo roared in heart-rending agony. Fierce green light wreathed his entire body, and his head in particular shone like emerald jade, its eerie green glow as strange as the most magnificent green gemstone.
Throughout this process, Han Shuo's mental power continued to grow wildly. Yet the mark of the Evil Gods, whose origin he did not know, sought to invade the depths of his soul and instill lifelong, unwavering faith in the Evil Gods until death. This was a soul mark, just like those Han Shuo had planted in Little Skeleton and the Earth Armor Zombie. Once it took root, Han Shuo would no longer have a self.
This was absolutely not what Han Shuo wanted!
Even though it felt as if his mind were being sliced to pieces, Han Shuo held on, his eyes stretched almost to the point of tearing. He roared like a madman, trying to ease the pressure of the pain this way.
However, as the altar's green light blazed brighter, the power of the mark of the Evil Gods grew stronger and stronger. In his daze, the image of a giant a thousand zhang tall appeared in Han Shuo's mind. The giant's pitch-black body obscured the entire sky, and his green eyes resembled two enormous crescent moons as he gazed down upon all living things, weak as ants, with utter disdain.
Immense pressure filled heaven and earth, leaving Han Shuo barely able to breathe. That boundless presence carried a sense of something eternally indestructible, like the stars of the Milky Way that had existed for hundreds of millions of years.
"Submit. There will be no pain, and you will gain eternal life!"
A mental imprint suddenly rushed into Han Shuo's