The shadowy lake churned with fury as the smiling deity statues buried deep in despair turned around, their eyes filled with tears of blood, all gazing at the Flesh Immortal.
The Flesh and Blood Immortal, with flesh as its core, had miraculously escaped the encirclement of Fate and resurrected on Gao Ming's body, becoming the only living ghost god of Hanhai.
Eight arms pierced through Black Lake, seizing the black and white photograph that was drawing something from the statues.
Though merely a thin photograph, it was as heavy as a thousand pounds, the Flesh Immortal's eight arms burst with veins, and four ghastly faces expressed ecstasy and fierceness as they roared, trying to lift the photograph.
The waves of Black Lake surged, and it seemed like all the shadows wanted to press down on the Flesh Ghost God. Even the damaged deity statues looked at him with something akin to envy, he had made the divine envious!
"It's mine, whether in dreams or outside of them, it is all mine!"
