Upon hearing this, Lu Ning frowned slightly.

The Azure Mist Saint beside him felt a chill in his heart, a sense of foreboding washing over him.

The rotting giant hand spoke in a deep, sinister voice, "...Originally, I planned to use these souls to stabilize the power projection, but now..."

As He spoke, clusters of dim yellow light appeared around His body.

The next moment, the entire base city trembled slightly, and the frequency of the vibration increased.

The expressions of Saint Qinglan and Lu Ning changed slightly, and they both looked up at the same time.

They saw the rotting giant hand phantom above the base city slowly shrinking inward.

As the phantom shrank, the entire base city began to collapse from the edges.

Meanwhile, wisps of dim yellow mist slowly drifted out from the ground of the base city.

As if drawn by something, the mist rushed toward the dead on the other side of the base city at an extremely fast speed.

"What is this?!" Li Xiao and the others were horrified and quickly dodged.

However, the mist was moving too fast, and some of the weaker victims were quickly caught up with.

A yellowish-brown mist rushed into the body of the deceased.

The next moment, a large amount of dim yellow light suddenly gushed out from the deceased's body.

Then, the deceased seemed to melt away, transforming into streaks of light that rose into the air and rushed rapidly toward the illusory image of the rotting giant hand.

Saint Qinglan instinctively wanted to stop it, so she condensed layers of wind shields to resist.

However, this stream of light seemed to ignore the storm, passing directly through the wind shield and merging into the body of the rotting giant hand.

Just a wisp; the previously fluctuating phantom of the rotting giant hand stabilized once more and began to solidify again.

This speed is much faster than transmitting power from inside the golden halo through the dim yellow mist.

"stop!!"

As he watched the souls of the dead being corroded by the aura of death and absorbed by the rotting giant hand, the Azure Mist Saint roared in fury.

The souls of these dead were all awakened beings; most of them sacrificed themselves in the process of fighting against the calamity beasts, the diseased, and the disease itself.

Their souls should not be nourishment for an evil god to become stronger!

The Azure Mist Saint had exhausted a great deal of mental energy during her previous all-out attack. Although the mental pollution was absorbed by Lu Ning, she was still in poor condition at the moment.

Even so, he still used his mental power to its fullest extent without any hesitation.

A large amount of spiritual energy was poured into the high-risk soul weapon, causing a violent surge of power.

Phantom blue wings appeared behind the Azure Mist Saint.

He rushed toward the rotting giant hand at an extremely fast speed.

The rotting giant hand was not in good condition at the moment, and it did not choose to confront the Azure Mist Saint head-on.

He uttered words of death, and the Azure Mist Saint coughed up blood, his face turning pale.

The aging of internal organs caused by the previous words of death did not disappear as Lu Ning absorbed the mental pollution.

The words of death spoken once again made it even harder for Saint Qinglan's internal organs to bear.

The rotting giant hand had already retreated repeatedly to avoid the attack when the Azure Mist Saint was injured.

However, at that moment, a sharp light came from one side of the rotting giant hand.

It was Lu Ning.

Lu Ning's usually calm expression was also icy cold, filled with anger.

The Crimson Sword seemed to sense Lu Ning's anger; its tentacles swelled, wrapped around his arm, and even twitched slightly.

The slashes enhanced by the Soul-Shaking Fist are incredibly powerful.

The rotting giant hand is far weaker than before, and even with Lu Ning's strength, it is enough to pose a threat to it.

The slash landed heavily on the rotting giant hand, leaving a hideous sword mark, and the giant hand was forced to retreat.

However, such injuries are not fatal to the rotting giant hand.

After unleashing a sword strike, Lu Ning immediately looked at the connecting mist behind Him.

"Lord Qinglan, block him! I'll absorb all the mist he's connected to!"

The Azure Mist Saint remained silent, relentlessly attacking the rotting giant hand to prevent it from getting close enough to connect with the mist again.

The rotting giant hand's expression changed slightly.

The next moment, His fingers twitched, and the dim yellow light that drifted from afar was not absorbed by the rotting giant hand.

These streaks of light landed and transformed into warriors clad in dim yellow bone armor.

Upon seeing Wei Xuan among the soldiers, Lu Ning's eyes flickered violently.

All the warriors charged toward Lu Ning, their swords, formed from a dim yellow mist, radiating an aura of death.

These death warriors are much stronger than the original souls, each possessing strength at the seventh or even eighth rank.

These dead warriors are still the souls of the dead; their soul consciousness still exists.

Their expressions were twisted and ferocious as they attacked Lu Ning.

Wei Xuan roared, "Lu Ning! I can't control my body!"

The same was true for the others; they were struggling frantically, completely unable to control themselves.

The bone armor on their bodies was writhing, as if this were their true form.

Lu Ning glanced at it; the bone pocket watch on his left hand gleamed.

The next moment, all the Death Warriors were frozen in place.

Lu Ning did not attack them, but instead rushed past their defenses at an extremely fast speed and arrived at the connection point.

He grabbed a wisp of yellowish mist and stuffed it into his body.

As the cloud of mist was captured and absorbed, the phantom of the rotting giant hand flickered once more.

The rotting giant hand roared repeatedly, and several of the previously controlled death warriors suddenly collapsed, turning into a dim yellow stream of light that was absorbed by the rotting giant hand.

The rotting giant hand, which had been flickering, returned to stability after absorbing the stream of light.

This unexpected turn of events caused both Lu Ning and the Qinglan Saint, who was frantically attacking and holding back the rotting giant hand, to freeze in shock.

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