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The murky blood trickled down the ceiling as rotting corpses knelt in worship, the vigor of life emanating a foul stench, with flowers of organs blooming amidst the flesh forest.
Under Situ An's violent encouragement, the cracks on the headless clay sculpture increased unceasingly, eyes opening one by one within his own body. This madman was on the verge of bodily explosion, yet he continued to crazily exhaust the power of God.
The Future God never truly intended to help Situ An, it just hadn't expected Situ An to go to such lengths: seventeen times tearing his body apart and starting over, the clay sculpture had already expended too much in the attempt to break free from the Soul Locks, and this last time Situ An brought forth a madness akin to mutual destruction, seeming to wish death upon everyone, including both deities and himself.
