Lu Ning walked in the fog for two thousand years. When he emerged, he found the world seemed to be sick.
The sun grew tentacles, the planets were covered in flesh and blood, the moon grew num...
Lu Ning and the Hand of the Underworld had already crossed paths twice on Earth, both times in the Fog of Number 233.
When they first met, Lu Ning was very weak and died many times.
Unexpectedly, their reunion would take place in the mist, and their strengths were now equal.
Lu Ning wasn't surprised that the Hand of the Underworld wasn't at the level of a high-ranking evil god.
After all, the power of the Hand of the Underworld is no match for that of the Time-Disordered Worm and the Fate Weaver.
Weaver of Fate and the Time-Disordered Worm are only at the level of Upper Gods, so the Hand of the Underworld is naturally a level below them.
Yan Bing also had an impression of the Hand of the Underworld.
After all, Lu Ning and Yan Bing first met on Earth, and it was she who dealt with the phantom of the Hand of the Underworld.
"I never expected to encounter the real person," Yan Bing said calmly.
Lu Ning smiled and said, "This is a good opportunity to settle our scores."
Lu Ning suddenly thought of something: with his current strength, he could indeed settle all the previous grudges.
For example, the Hand of the Underworld, the Source of Flesh and Blood, the Ruler of Dreams...
Especially fallen angels and dream rulers.
Lu Ning's eyes gleamed. The followers of the fallen angels had killed Lin Xiao, and the battle in the dream had also led to Colin's death.
The two were friends, captains, and comrades-in-arms whom Lu Ning met when he emerged from the fog, in a state of numbness and devoid of emotion.
Unfortunately, he was too weak at the time to protect them.
Although I cannot protect them, I can avenge them.
The Hand of the Underworld, which was strolling through the mist, seemed to sense something and turned its hand to look in the direction of Lu Ning and his group.
Upon seeing Lu Ning, the eyes on the palm of the Yellow Springs Hand flickered with surprise and uncertainty.
Lu Ning smiled at the Hand of the Underworld, and a mental fluctuation emanated from him: "We meet again, what a coincidence."
The Hand of the Underworld trembled, and the next moment its five fingers tumbled and crawled backward.
A pale flame flickered in Lu Ning's eyes, and a bone pocket watch appeared in his hand.
The next moment, the bone pocket watch was activated, and Huang Quan's hand immediately froze in place, bound by time.
Lu Ning silently stepped forward and came to the Hand of the Underworld, beginning to absorb the spiritual pollution within it.
The time-binding ability of the bone pocket watch, which has reached the level of a superior artifact, is even more powerful.
As a mid-level evil god, the Hand of the Underworld was completely powerless to resist. Lu Ning absorbed it for a full half minute, completely absorbing the source of spiritual pollution within the Hand of the Underworld.
When he could no longer extract even a trace of mental pollution, Lu Ning reluctantly gave up.
Although Lu Ning had absorbed many mid-level evil gods, none of them had brought him as much joy and happiness as absorbing the Hand of the Underworld.
Perhaps it's because of the pleasure of revenge?
Looking at the Yellow Springs Hand, which was still bound by the shackles of time, Lu Ning silently took out the Crimson Sword.
“Drain Him.”
Lu Ning activated the Crimson Sword, its blade transforming into tentacles that pierced into the body of the Yellow Springs Hand.
"Ugh... Master, he stinks so badly... Ugh..."
The Crimson Sword was retching in Lu Ning's mind while being controlled by Lu Ning to continuously absorb the flesh and blood of the Hand of the Underworld.
The Crimson Sword is now also a high-level divine artifact, so absorbing a mid-level evil god naturally doesn't require much effort.
In just a moment, the crimson sword retracted its blood-red tentacles.
He completed the absorption.
However, because the bone pocket watch froze time at this moment, the body of the Hand of the Underworld still exists.
As time passes, His flesh and blood will become part of the Crimson Sword.
Half a minute later, the time binding ended. The Hand of the Underworld opened its mouth as if to say something, but its body turned into ashes and tattered bandages, drifting away in the mist.
Lu Ning looked at the scattered bandages, slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, and then said, "Let's go."
He originally had no direction at all, intending to absorb evil gods wherever he found them.
But now, Lu Ning has a goal.
A pale flame burned in his eyes, and his thoughts surged like a tide: "The location of the fallen angel!"
The next moment, a thread formed from condensed mist appeared in Lu Ning's field of vision.
The direction of the silk thread was not towards the central area, so Lu Ning didn't need to worry about anything.
He strode toward the direction indicated by the silk thread, and Yan Bing and the others silently followed.
The location of the fallen angel was obviously far away from them, and Lu Ning and his group of gods walked for a long time.
Along the way, Lu Ning and his companions killed all the evil gods they encountered.
It must be said that the number of mid-level gods in the mist far exceeds that in the vacuum mist region, and the number of mid-level evil gods he killed is probably close to a hundred.
Lu Ning and his group didn't know exactly how long they had been walking until Lu Ning saw the threads of white mist condensing and landing on a mist monster not far ahead.
It was a gigantic humanoid creature formed from countless black wings and pale limbs intertwined.
Between the gaps in the creature's wings were eyes that oozed black pus.
Those eyes radiated different desires: an uncontrollable appetite, a destructive urge to kill, and an instinctive urge to reproduce.
These pale limbs sometimes transformed into handsome men, and sometimes into alluring and beautiful women.
Regardless of gender, the pupils of this creature's eyes all display an inverted cross pattern.
Fallen angel.
Lu Ning knew his identity the moment he saw him.
Although this was slightly different from the statue Lu Ning had seen in Paradise.
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