664. God of Death

[Spirit of Virtue: Obtained permission to communicate with the Seat of Guidance]

[Status: Divine Descent]

Before Linden could take a closer look, faint black mist began spreading in from every direction.

The information on the Panel twisted and blurred bit by bit, then finally vanished completely. Good news: the reason the Panel had stopped working had been found.

Bad news—the one opposite them was a god!

Was he actually going to make an enemy of an evil god?

As the Hero, Linden naturally would not back down!

Unfortunately, the Sword Saint got ahead of him.

Even if the opponent was an evil god, Linden still could not bring himself to commit such an unfair, unjust act as ganging up on someone.

Thinking this, Linden controlled the Lizardman puppet and the crowd of Pujis, silently retreating backward.

He retreated naturally, gracefully, as if making room for the upside-down Sword Saint to show what he could do.

Mm, that was it. Leave it to the Sword Saint.

However, outside was also pitch-black. At some unknown point, the darkness had wrapped around the entire area.

One Puji tried charging into the darkness, and then, entirely unsurprisingly, dissolved.

Most crucially, that little lump of soul shattered along with it.

Linden thought it over again and felt that he could not let the Sword Saint Mushroom fight alone. This was team spirit, the bond between comrades-in-arms, a quality any qualified leader ought to possess.

This was Linden's first time seeing darkness that could directly harm the soul. Was this the power of a god?

The useless Sword Saint had already gone limp. Judging by the abilities the other party had shown, the remaining combat power probably was not nearly enough for them to bother looking at.

But Linden did not panic.

Even if the other