Chapter 318 New Power

The power of the devil could not be guided and the realm could not be opened, but Li Muhan's physical fitness had long surpassed that of ordinary humans. The moment he realized that his power was useless, he spread his legs and began to run away. However, the giant eagle was too huge, and soon the shadow completely covered Li Muhan's head.

As a sharp scream was heard, Li Muhan felt a huge wind pressure sweeping towards him.

He knew very well that even though he was now much stronger than an ordinary person, he would definitely not be able to fight against this thing.

boom--

There was a loud noise behind him. The giant eagle's claws were as strong as a small truck. With just one grab, the ground behind Li Muhan began to crumble. If he hadn't accelerated and lunged forward at the last moment, he would have turned to dust by now.

Li Muhan lunged forward, rolled over and stood up, then continued running forward without any pause. The world seemed boundless, yet so desolate. There were no other living things except the black and white earth, mountains and sky.

The scream behind him this time carried a hint of anger. The giant eagle flapped its wings violently, and the strong wind blew Li Muhan into the air. The giant eagle also took off into the air and attacked Li Muhan in the air.

Li Muhan held his breath and tried his best to adjust his body in mid-air, but he still underestimated the power of the giant eagle. Its huge claws covered his entire body fiercely and then closed again.

“Aa ...

Li Muhan only felt that all the bones in his body were breaking and blood was constantly flowing out of his body.

Just when he thought he was doomed, a strange force suddenly pulled his thoughts and brought him out of that body.

Li Muhan left his body in the form of a soul. The power guided him gradually away from the giant eagle, but Li Muhan could still see clearly that his body was directly trampled into meat paste by the giant eagle. It did not attack him for food at all.

So why...

"Hehehe... guest, because you don't belong to this world, that's Ego, the Soul God, the guardian of Limbo. Hehehe... your soul clearly doesn't quite suit its liking, so naturally, you'll become its target."

Baphomet's voice came from behind. Li Muhan was slightly stunned, and then said with some complaints: "Then why didn't you warn me? Do you know how painful it was just now?"

"Hehehe, guest... This is force majeure. This is the rule of this world, but... Hehehe, this is the first time that Old Baphomet has seen Ego so irritable. Perhaps you're not the only guest recently, hehehe..."

Under the guidance of Baphomet, Li Muhan's soul slowly floated into a cave in a mountain and existed as a soul. This feeling made Li Muhan feel very strange, so much so that he was not used to it at first, and almost didn't notice that he floated out of the cave.

"Hehehehe, guest, there is no other demon here who can help you, only old Baphomet. You can only rely on old Baphomet..."

The woman chanted some spells in the cave, and Li Muhan finally felt that he could stand firmly on the ground. Then he glared at Baphomet and said, "You knew it would turn out like this, so you kept urging me to drink it?"

As expected, the devil’s words really cannot be trusted.

"Hehehe, old Baphomet means no harm... Look, guest, we are indeed in Limbo now. You have achieved your goal. Now, it's time to fulfill your promise to old Baphomet, hehehe..."

The woman hunched over and walked briskly on tiptoe towards Li Muhan.

Although she tried her best to show a seductive posture, Li Muhan could not suppress the disgust deep in his heart.

Her face was faintly visible beneath the dirt. If she dressed up carefully, she might really be called a beauty.

However, the shock of their first encounter, coupled with the unbearable smell, her long hair that had begun to tangle into balls, and her slender goat hooves, all made Li Muhan feel a little physically uncomfortable.

Even in his soul state, he longed to keep the greatest distance from her, let alone let her invade his body.

Sensing Li Muhan's slight retreat, a look of surprise flashed across Baphomet's face, and then his flattering smile instantly turned into a raging rage: "Why! Guest! Why are you retreating! You, you dare to tease old Baphomet! You deceived me! Liar! Liar! Big liar! Disgusting liar! Ahhh! You are just like humans! You are all liars! Shameless!!"

She suddenly jumped and roared in the cave as if out of control, and her curses echoed between the stone walls. Finally, she curled up alone in the shadows deep in the cave, and her mouth kept making gurgling sounds, as if she was chanting a spell, or cursing Li Muhan.

Li Muhan couldn't help but sigh as he looked at the demon, who was acting like a child. "Sorry, it was just a subconscious physiological reaction. Don't worry, I'll do what I say, but I don't know how to let the demon enter my body."

After hearing Li Muhan's words, Baphomet suddenly revealed a humble smile. She almost half-knelt and hopped over: "Old Baphomet knows... Hehehe, hehe... Old Baphomet knows how to get in. As long as you allow me, please, old Baphomet begs my distinguished guest."

She folded her hands in front of her chest, looking as if she was praying, but the dark pupils that faintly flashed through her messy long hair still made Li Muhan feel a little creepy.

"Okay...but I'm in spirit form now, is this okay?"

"Hehehe, yes! Yes! You are now between life and death! Your body is still in old Baphomet's house! As long as you allow it, old Baphomet can go in now!"

"...Then go in, be gentle."

For some reason, the moment Li Muhan said this, he felt like vomiting. He then immediately added, "Don't do anything weird to my body! I have a vampire at home who is very sensitive to smells!"

"Ah! Vampires! Blood clan! Hehehe, blood clan! Old Bafume knows. Old Bafume has seen in the guests' minds the most important people, the blood clan! Hehehe, the guests like the blood clan, not Old Bafume. Hehehe, the blood clan is beautiful and clean! But the blood clan's soul is dirty! Extremely dirty!"

"Don't say those words to her face... Also, don't provoke those other gods when you go in. I don't want you to start a fight inside me."

"Yes, yes! Hehehe, guest! You are so kind! You are old Baphomet's benefactor!! Hehehe... So... guest, are you ready... What you are about to possess is the true power of Satan..."

When Baphomet said the last sentence, his voice suddenly became cold. Before Li Muhan could answer, the woman's figure gradually disappeared from his sight.

Just when Li Muhan was about to ask if she was still there, he suddenly felt something deep in his soul. It was a very strong shock. The coldness of death and the vitality of life were continuously injected into his soul.

This feeling...

Li Muhan knelt on the ground, covering his chest, and recalled the feeling when Nyx opened the Temple of Lucifer for him.

So he knew very well that Baphomet had entered his body.

But this is not the end.

A voice came into Li Muhan's mind.

[Dear guest... hey hey hey, please call upon old Baphomet... call upon the power of old Baphomet...]

"...Realm...Soul Devouring Arbitration..."

When Li Muhan opened his lips and uttered the curse-like word, his soul seemed to be pulled by an invisible force and instantly underwent a drastic transformation.

He stared at his arms in horror. His arms, once full of vitality, seemed to have been drained of all their vitality in the blink of an eye. They became as thin and weak as dead wood, with skin clinging to his bones, like a dried corpse that had been drained of water.

Immediately afterwards, a deep black vortex emerged from his body and swallowed his entire body, like a bottomless abyss, ready to completely wipe out his existence.

In the dark storm, his figure was looming, and the painful distortion was reflected in his once bright eyes.

As the darkness gradually dissipated, Li Muhan's figure reappeared, but he was completely unrecognizable.

His body looked like a demon from purgatory, his skin was charred and covered with cracks, like the remains of something burned by fire.

He tried to make a sound, but only a hoarse, demonic whisper came out of his throat.

His legs were strangely deformed, turning into goat's hooves that were almost identical to Baphomet's, hard and twisted.

After his skin peeled off from his body, it turned into dirty bandages that, like decaying historical relics, tightly wrapped around his dry limbs, trying to cover up the shocking scars.

Finally, the dark storm surrounding him condensed into a large black cloak, tattered and like the cloak of death, which fell silently on his shoulders.

The hood of the cloak slowly covered Li Muhan's head, hiding his face that was no longer human, leaving only a pair of eyes burning with dark fire flickering in the darkness, revealing endless weirdness and resentment.

At the same time, Li Muhan's head also underwent a drastic change. A pair of goat horns as black as night broke through the skin, like two sharp spears piercing through the hood, but cleverly fixed it on his head, adding a bit of strange majesty to his new form.

The horns were as hard as stone, yet had an unnatural sheen, as if they were the embodiment of darkness themselves.

The bandages, as if alive, continued their work, wrapping around his jaw and tightly wrapping the lower half of his face.

The brim of his hood hung low, covering the upper half of his face, making his expression unreadable. Only a pair of eyes burning with a faint light remained, like two stars twinkling in the darkness, revealing an unsettling chill.

"......ha......"

A heavy gasp came from under the bandage, accompanied by a breath of death, as if it was the cold and foul air from the kingdom of the dead, gushing out of his mouth and slowly filling the entire cave.

The ball of gas swirled in the air, carrying the curse of death, causing the surrounding air to solidify, and every inch of space was filled with ominous silence.

At this moment, Li Muhan has become a demon walking out of the abyss.

"...You..." Li Muhan's voice was hoarse. He knew exactly what he had become, so his heart was full of resentment: "...You...what kind of aesthetic is this..."