The off-road vehicle roared as it sped out of the temporary camp.
The sequence of events was long to describe, but in reality, it all happened in a flash.
Yin Yang ducked into a corner of the garage, and the lantern-carrying ghost appeared, shielding him beneath its umbrella.
Yin Yang wanted to flee as well, but he couldn't leave without taking these heroic spirits with him.
Boom!
The office building burst apart as Chen Ang came flying out, a spear suspended in the air behind him.
The spear appeared incredibly crude; its tip was fashioned from the ground bone of some animal and roughly lashed to a long wooden pole. That was all there was to it.
Yet, despite its slapdash appearance, the baleful aura radiating from it was even thicker than that of a blade-wielding ghost!
The moment Chen Ang sensed the evil god's presence, he had gone to retrieve the sealed object. However, due to its dangerous nature, the “security measures” were so stringent that it took time to extract.
Swoosh!
Without a single wasted word, Chen Ang hurled the spear at the target.
The spear flew slowly, its trajectory easy to track.
But despite its lack of speed, it easily struck the fleshy eyeball, piercing straight through it.
Gurgle...
Nerve-like fibers sprouted from the spear, beginning to devour the mass of flesh.
The meatball shrank bit by bit, revealing its inner core.
At that moment, even Chen Ang was taken aback.
Because the core of that meatball was none other than the goat-bearded elder!
Currently, the elder looked like a living corpse. Multicolored nerve lines grew from his head, connecting him to the giant eyeball.
The spear had pierced through his chest and was relentlessly consuming him.
As if noticing Chen Ang’s gaze, the goat-bearded elder looked toward him. Following his movement, the giant eyeball also turned to stare at Chen Ang.
Chen Ang felt his scalp tingle. His divinity erupted as he teleported to the blind spot behind the eye.
He had a powerful intuition: if he had met that eyeball's gaze just now, he would have ended up just like the elder.
“Even a Sequence 4 was parasitized. I wouldn't stand a chance.”
Chen Ang pressed his hands downward, forcing the spear to devour the flesh even faster.
“Old Yuan! Old Yu!”
Chen Ang shouted, but he received no response.
Meanwhile, inside the garage, Yin Yang had already drawn a miniature altar and begun summoning the fallen heroic spirits.
...
“A delay might be for the best. At our age, the risk of becoming a Sequence 4 is not small.”
Inside the soundproof barrier, the two had finally finished their conversation.
The moment Mr. Yu deactivated the barrier, he heard the piercing alarm. The two men exchanged a glance and immediately smashed through the window, rushing outside.
They were met with the sight of writhing flesh covering the camp!
“What's happening?”
“What do you think is happening? Help me!”
Chen Ang shouted from the sky, unable to hold back a curse. Only then did the two react, flying up to assist him.
“The power of this eye is extremely troublesome. Do not look into it under any circumstances.”
“This... this is...”
“It's him! There's no time for shock. Move!”
A phantom appeared behind Chen Ang; he too belonged to the Executioner pathway.
Mr. Yuan and Mr. Yu unleashed their divinity, supporting Chen Ang.
“If even a Sequence 4 couldn't hold out, can we really do this?”
“We have to try whether we can or not! Didn't you notice which way it's heading? If we let it reach Wangnian City, the consequences will be unimaginable.”
“Where are Xiao Yang and Liu Hong?”
“Don't worry. Those two boys are sharp. When I was getting the sealed object, I saw them run into the garage and drive away.”
Hearing this, Mr. Yuan breathed a small sigh of relief.
“Careful! Don't let it see you!”
...
Inside the garage, Yin Yang calmly collected the heroic souls.
They still had blurred forms and featureless faces.
Sometimes, Yin Yang felt this was better. Without a clear face to look at, the sorrow wasn't quite as heavy.
Just as he prepared to use his own spirituality to create sacrifices, the heroic souls surged into his divine kingdom all at once.
“Hmm?”
Yin Yang’s consciousness followed them into the divine kingdom. He saw these heroic souls standing with the ones from before, their formation messy and disorganized.
Inside the divine kingdom, Yin Yang stroked his chin.
“If they don't consume sacrifices and leave, will my spirituality still grow?”
Naturally, no one was there to answer his question.
He looked at the dark shadows on the plaza, then at the growing number of heroic spirits. He thought to himself: Since this is my divine kingdom, can I command them?
With that thought, Yin Yang first looked toward the heroic souls.
“Form ranks!”
As Yin Yang’s voice rang out, the heroic souls actually began to move into formation!
“It actually works?”
“What else can they do?”
Yin Yang then looked at the two large dark shadows. After a moment of thought, he decided to play it safe and turned toward the small dark shadow in the corner.
“Come here.”
Hearing Yin Yang’s voice, the small dark shadow trembled slightly. It stood up slowly and began to stumble toward him.
“Huh? This works too.”
The small shadow moved slowly, eventually reaching Yin Yang.
Yin Yang stared at it and asked, “Who are you?”
The shadow “looked” at him silently, giving no response.
“Why are you here?”
Still no response.
“What can you do for me?”
At these words, the small dark shadow finally acted. It reached out a small, pitch-black hand and pressed it against Yin Yang’s form within the divine kingdom.
...
In the real world, Yin Yang’s eyes snapped open. He felt an unbearable heat coursing through his body, and a trace of divinity had actually appeared within him.
Yin Yang had a powerful premonition: he could use this divinity to ignite a catastrophic inferno.
“Invoking the God... Is this the power of that technique?”
Initially, Yin Yang hadn't expected much from the ability to invoke a god. After all, he knew his own situation best.
Other Grand Celebrants could invoke gods because they truly believed in and made offerings to them.
But what about him?
He made offerings to himself. Who was he supposed to invoke? Where would he even go to find a god?
And even if he did, what would it matter?
At most, he’d get a couple more traces of divinity, something he could already obtain through sacrifices.
But now, things were different. He really could “invoke” a god!
Yin Yang stopped the invocation, but he found that the trace of divinity had not disappeared. He finally realized the difference.
Normally, invoking a god used one's own spirituality.
But right now, he was using that dark shadow's divinity!
In other words, Yin Yang was consuming almost nothing of his own.
“Calling this ‘Invoking the God’ would be an understatement.”
“That shadow should be the Fire God worshiped by the Rong Tribe.”
“If I can borrow its power, does that mean I can borrow the power of other deities as well?”
“I just don't know how to obtain more of these dark shadows or what the trigger conditions are.”
“Well, I’ll look into it properly once this incident is over.”
Yin Yang’s eyes sparkled. He had previously viewed those dark shadows as unstable factors, planning to wipe them out once he became strong enough.
But now it seemed they were actually quite valuable.
“If the shadows can lend me power, what about the heroic souls? What can they do?”
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