They saw An Lan looking up at the sky above the base city.

Everyone else looked over as well.

Then they saw that the illusory image of the rotting giant hand was still there, and although the dim yellow light screen had dimmed a bit, it had not disappeared either.

The expressions of Saint Qinglan and the others instantly turned ashen.

Their eyes widened, and they abruptly turned to look in the direction of the golden halo, staring at the illusory finger that was almost dissipating.

"Impossible! He's not dead yet?? How is that possible??" Steve stared wide-eyed in disbelief, roaring repeatedly.

The next moment, they felt a terrifying aura suddenly emanating from within the golden halo.

The mist inside the golden halo surged wildly, and they vaguely saw a terrifying and distorted phantom flash by.

The mere sight of this distorted illusion stung their eyes so badly that tears of blood streamed down their faces.

Then, from inside the golden halo, a dim yellow mist surged out.

The mist connected two fingers that were on the verge of collapse.

The next moment, flesh and blood began to grow from the two fingers, and the palm and fingers appeared.

Although the palm was ethereal and dim, it was gradually recovering.

After the rotting giant hand completely returned to its original shape, two of its fingers stood up, and its eyes looked at Saint Qinglan and the others, its dim yellow eyes filled with divine indifference.

The mouth on the back of His hand moved, slowly opening its mouth and uttering a sound that was indescribable but understood by everyone: "I am death, so how can I die?"

Saint Qinglan and the others felt their bodies turn ice-cold, and despair appeared in their eyes.

They used all their trump cards, and Lu Ning even risked his life. The disposable hazardous material they used was even more terrifying.

Even so, they were unable to kill the phantom of the evil god.

What other options do they have?

Just then, the phantom of the corrosive giant hand suddenly paused and abruptly turned to look at the crystallized pit.

A look of astonishment and confusion appeared in his usually calm and indifferent eyes.

Nan Yu and the others in the sky were all taken aback by the reaction of the corrosive giant hand.

Then a possibility occurred to them, and they all immediately looked toward the deep pit.

Then they saw a skeleton appear at an extremely fast speed, transforming into the shape of a human skeleton in just a few milliseconds.

Flesh and blood grow on top of the skeleton.

In less than a second, Lu Ning's body solidified.

With a calm expression, he picked up the crimson sword and the bone pocket watch from the crystallized pit.

The Crimson Sword emitted an excited hum, and a hoarse voice rang in Lu Ning's ears: "Master... Great Master... You... have returned!"

The Crimson Sword appeared to have charred marks on its blade, indicating that the previous holy fire had clearly affected it to some extent.

However, high-risk soul artifacts are extremely sturdy, and even the sacred fire could not destroy them.

To Lu Ning's surprise, the bone pocket watch, a mid-level soul artifact, was also not destroyed.

In fact, its appearance remained unchanged, without even a trace of charring.

This is even more durable than the Crimson Sword.

Lu Ning then thought of the powerful effect of the bone pocket watch, which could even continuously imprison space for saints.

It is conceivable that this bone pocket watch likely possesses the power of a high-risk soul artifact.

However, because the cost of using a bone pocket watch is too high, it is considered a medium-risk soul weapon.

Lu Ning then thought of his Killing Ring.

The Ring of Slaughter was completely vaporized, which means that this mid-level dangerous soul artifact has disappeared.

Lu Ning felt a strange pang of pain in her heart.

He only has a few soul weapons in total, and the mid-level dangerous soul weapons provide him with a significant boost.

I never imagined it would be destroyed!

The culprit is the sun with tentacles.

Lu Ning remained calm, silently noting the matter in his mind.

Just as Lu Ning was pondering, an indescribable voice rang out, staring in astonishment at Lu Ning's restored, decaying giant hand: "You didn't die after all?"

Lu Ning snapped out of his daze, looked up at the rotting giant hand, and asked in confusion, "Why did I die?"

The rotting giant hand fell silent, seemingly not expecting Lu Ning's response.

He paused for a moment, then stared intently at Lu Ning and asked, "Who... exactly are you? Whose servant? Or whose clone?"

Upon hearing this, Lu Ning calmly and earnestly replied, "My name is Lu Ning, and I am a normal human being."

"A normal human?" The rotting giant hand sneered as if it had heard a very funny joke.

How could a normal human being possibly do that?

To be resurrected after being particle-ified... even in the fog, only a few beings can do it.