200: The power of Osiris!

Inside Fengdu Ghost City, Yue Huai, accompanied by Qian Mo and several believers, arrived before Song Zhong.

"Such dense Death Qi, this must be the legendary Fengdu, right?"

Yue Huai was also a God's Proxy; the moment he entered the broken cliff, he sensed this extraordinary power.

"Song Zhong, just how many secrets do you have?"

Yue Huai's gaze was sharp and imposing, and even in the dim Fengdu Ghost City, his oppressive aura was extremely strong.

"Oh? Want to know? Become my believer, and I'll tell you," Song Zhong replied with a faint smile.

Yue Huai's expression darkened. "Song Zhong, you have nowhere left to run. The fact that I could find this place means I've made thorough preparations.

If you don't want to die, then obediently reveal your secrets."

"Thorough preparations? Are you referring to the altar that can summon the Egyptian Gods of the Netherworld?" Song Zhong asked.

Yue Huai was momentarily stunned. How did this guy know so much?

Even his subordinates, the believers, didn't know the purpose of this altar.

Just as Yue Huai was momentarily dazed, Song Zhong's surroundings suddenly blurred, as if covered by steam, but he quickly returned to normal.

"It seems you truly have many secrets!" Yue Huai looked at Song Zhong, a hint of greed in his eyes.

Perhaps he could extract some surprises from him.

Thinking of this, Yue Huai smiled. "Song Zhong, ultimately, you once saved me. I think there's no need for our relationship to become irreconcilable."

Song Zhong stood still, showing no reaction, quietly listening to Yue Huai speak.

Seeing that Song Zhong didn't immediately refute, Yue Huai became even more certain that the other party must be afraid of him.

"Song Zhong, as long as you reveal your secrets, the Ancient God Church's door will still be open to you. How about it?"

Song Zhong still stood in place, not speaking.

"Time waits for no one, and my patience is limited." Yue Huai was genuinely angered. What did Song Zhong mean by ignoring him after he had spoken for so long?

"Lord Yue Huai, this Song Zhong looks like an idiot," Second Seat weakly reminded from the side.

He had noticed that Song Zhong seemed a bit off from the beginning. Not only did he stand there without speaking, but his gaze also seemed somewhat blank.

"Idiot?"

Before Yue Huai could speak, Qian Mo raised his hand, and a violently dark energy blasted towards Song Zhong.

Bang!

Song Zhong neither dodged nor evaded. The energy directly exploded his body, and a mass of silver-white water burst forth. A vast white mist spread across the street, and at that moment, where was Song Zhong's shadow?

That "Song Zhong" just now was merely a pool of clear water.

"He... he ran away!"

Qian Mo's expression instantly froze. When did this guy run?

He secretly glanced at Yue Huai out of the corner of his eye. Yue Huai's face was full of wrinkles, making it impossible to discern any expression.

"Hahaha! Good, very good. Indeed, new talents emerge from generation to generation, and young calves fear no tiger. To dare to play such tricks right under my nose, Song Zhong, you have chosen your own path to death."

Yue Huai's mood had become extremely cold. He hadn't expected to be tricked by Song Zhong the moment he encountered him.

The water mist falling on Yue Huai felt like Song Zhong's silent mockery.

"Lord Yue Huai, it seems something is coming!" Second Seat's voice was a little panicked.

Within the vast white mist, paper figures were closing in on them.

Eerie laughter came from the endless darkness, and combined with these red and white paper figures, it further intensified the fear.

"Woo!"

Just as Second Seat was about to speak again, he found that his throat suddenly couldn't make a sound.

He looked down and saw that his body had begun to thin, like a compressed sheet of paper.

He was turning into a paper figure, and those paper figures floating in mid-air were also changing.

Becoming more and more like Second Seat.

Second Seat's scalp was about to explode. He finally understood that a strange power had transformed his state with that of the paper figures.

If this continued, he would be completely finished.

Not only was Second Seat attacked, but the bodies of the others also changed.

The other believers began to counterattack these eerie paper figures, but for some unknown reason, their attacks had no effect on them.

On the contrary, the believers' situation was getting worse.

"Why are my feet turning into paper?"

"What are these things?"

"Strange, why aren't my attacks working?"

Just as everyone was bewildered by this strange attack, Yue Huai lightly coughed.

"Such deceptive tricks are merely inheriting a fraction of Fengdu Great Emperor's essence. Since that's the case, I will let you witness the true might of the Gods of the Netherworld!"

Yue Huai remained unhurried. He released his Mental Energy, and a crack was directly torn open in the space behind him.

The ancient and dilapidated altar appeared.

The moment the altar appeared, as if sensing the Law of the Netherworld, the entire altar began to tremble violently.

Immediately after, dark and cold auras emanated from the altar.

That was the aura of Osiris, the Egyptian God of the Netherworld.

That aura spread out like a ripple. As soon as the paper figures came into contact with Osiris's aura, their bodies immediately became decayed and aged.

As if time had accelerated, countless traces of corrosion and weathering appeared on the paper figures' bodies.

The transformation of life force and Death Qi was interrupted, and the believers' bodies began to return to normal.

"Thank you, Lord Yue Huai, for saving our lives!"

Several believers immediately expressed their gratitude to Yue Huai.

"Don't worry!" Yue Huai patted the altar. "You saved yourselves. If it weren't for you initially activating this altar and drawing upon the power of Osiris, the Egyptian God of Death, during this time, you might have already turned into paper figures."

The several believers looked at each other. Only now did they realize that the altar contained the power of the Egyptian Gods.

"Lord Yue Huai, with this, can't we just walk around here as we please?"

Second Seat's eyes lit up. In such a gloomy and eerie place, nothing was more reliable than the power of the God of Death.

Yue Huai nodded, thinking to himself: Walk around as you please? Yes, in a while, you will indeed be walking around as you please.

"Don't worry, soon you will witness the true power of this altar, but for now, let us first go and catch Song Zhong, this pest!"