Just as the rotting giant hand was about to dodge, it suddenly felt the surrounding gravity increase dramatically.

His speed slowed down for a moment.

In that instant, the energy beam and the dark golden fireball landed on him.

On the ruins hundreds of meters away, An Lan, Nan Yu, and Gina, who had used their Soul Weapons, launched their attack.

The previous breakout, coupled with the sacred flame summoned by Lu Ning, had already severely injured Yang Yin and Steve.

Jerry had already been knocked unconscious by the backlash even earlier.

Afterwards, An Lan, Nan Yu, and Gina still possessed combat power.

After using a single-use, high-risk item, the three of them also suffered some backlash. Now, they pushed their own power to the limit, activated their soul weapons, and launched another all-out attack.

After this attack, all three were pale, and even showed slight signs of illness.

The three of them were only at the eighth level after all. Naturally, they couldn't withstand such a depletion of their own power and all swayed and fell down.

With a roar, blue light and flames shot up dozens of meters high, staining the sky red.

However, in the next moment, the flames and radiance dissipated at an extremely fast speed, as if they were dying.

The rotting giant hand that was hit only dimmed slightly in its phantom form; otherwise, it suffered almost no damage.

A look of despair flashed in Gina's eyes, and she gave a bitter laugh: "I can't take it anymore..."

Nan Yu gritted his teeth, struggling to stand up: "A man can't say no..."

However, when he used the Star Crystal before, the backlash was already quite severe; both of his palms had cracked, and his whole body was covered in blood.

At this moment, Nan Yu was using the Soul Weapon with all his might again, which had already exceeded the limits of his body's endurance. He even had difficulty standing up.

An Lan, on the other hand, immediately fainted, her face as pale as paper.

Attacked by three eighth-tier awakened beings, a hint of anger appeared in the eyes of the rotting giant hand.

He turned his gaze to the three people in Nanyu. Just as he was about to attack, his body suddenly split open again and was cut into four pieces.

Taking advantage of the fact that Nan Yu and the other two had drawn attention, the Azure Mist Saint adjusted his state again and unleashed two invisible wind blades.

The four rotten giant hand phantoms wriggled and merged, only to revert to their original state in a mere instant.

The Azure Saint remained expressionless, ignoring the blue feathers that were gradually growing on his back, and once again swung his long-handled scythe.

Just then, the rotting giant hand suddenly sensed something and abruptly turned its head to look behind it.

While Qinglan Saint and Nanyu were resisting the rotting giant hand, Lu Ning had already appeared before the dim yellow mist connecting the golden halo and the rotting giant hand.

Lu Ning calmly extended his palm into the mist, intending to absorb it directly.

As soon as he put his hand into the mist, his vision blurred, as if an endless fog had appeared.

Lu Ning could vaguely see a giant hand in the mist.

This hand was much larger than the phantom before them.

This is clearly the true form of this evil god.

Through the mist, Lu Ning saw those dim, yellowish eyes.

With just one glance, Lu Ning's skin turned blue, and pieces of flesh fell to the ground.

Even so, Lu Ning remained determined to pull the fog towards himself.

"Stop!! What do you want to do?!" The phantom of the rotting giant hand roared for the first time.

A violent aura of death surged forth, attempting to knock Lu Ning away.

However, before the aura of death appeared, a figure with a blue wing growing from its back emerged.

It was none other than the Sage Qinglan.

At this moment, the Saint Qinglan was almost half-dead.

His expression was somewhat ferocious and distorted, his eyes flashing with madness and clarity.

Qingming Festival continues to suppress the madness.

He wielded a long-handled scythe, conjuring a thick wind shield to block the pillar of death.

Just as the Azure Mist Saint was defending, Lu Ning had already pulled out a section of the mist and put it into his own body.

As a section of the mist was torn away, the phantom of the rotting giant hand suddenly fluctuated violently.

Anger and shock flashed in the eyes of the rotting giant hand, which then vanished from its spot.

He uttered the death knell to the Azure Mist Saint who stood in his way: "Die!"

The already semi-pathologically ill Saint Qinglan was struck as if by lightning, and a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

The next moment, the rotting giant hand appeared in front of him, its fingers kicking him heavily like a foot, sending the Azure Mist Saint flying.

The rotting giant hand didn't even care about the life or death of Saint Qinglan.

After kicking Qinglan Saint away, he went directly to Lu Ning and kicked Lu Ning away, who was still trying to absorb the dim yellow mist even as his flesh and blood kept falling off.

Lu Ning was sent flying dozens of meters away, landing heavily on the ruins.

His flesh and blood almost vanished in an instant, leaving only bones.

The bones also rotted in less than a breath.

However, in about a breath, Lu Ning's bones were restored and his flesh and blood were regenerated.

In just over a breath, Lu Ning had already gotten up again.

He silently approached the Azure Mist Saint, expressionless, and absorbed the source of pollution from the Saint's body, which was fighting against the disease and contamination, forcefully pressing it into his own body.

The signs of illness on Saint Qinglan's body slowly dissipated, and his ferocious expression returned to normal.

He was covered in blood, slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, turned to look at Lu Ning, whose body was covered in blood scabs, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Can we continue?"

Lu Ning nodded silently: "Mm."

"Hahaha, good!" Saint Qinglan propped himself up on his knees, his expression ferocious as he stared at the rotting giant hand that seemed to be flickering slightly, his eyes filled with a crazed determination: "Then let's continue! Let's see who dies first!"

But then, the rotting giant hand paused, and then a strange smile suddenly appeared on the back of its mouth: "Do you know why there are so many souls of Awakened Ones here?"