But just when the hand of the Giant God reached out and clawed at the spiritual fungal strain that the Great Khan turned into, Joshua promptly felt something out of place.
Whatever the case might be, the Great Khan should not be that weak—his opponent was simply not inadequate.
In the spiritual space filled with wails and bold trumpeting, the massive hand slowly unclenched, revealing the soul of the Great Khan grasped within. But as he observed the Great Khan's soul that had somehow lost all resistance, Joshua realized the cause at once.
It was the Evil God of Wither's power.
The Great Khan's soul had wilted by several folds for some time, its colossal world-sized body shrunk into a strain of fungi filled with black dots. The darkness of Chaos corruption was spread all over it, revealing a frightening scent of rot.
