Lu Ning saw that, in addition to the square, there were some creatures around the palace that resembled pilgrims.
Lu Ning spotted a somewhat familiar figure.
The creature with three golden lines on its forehead and the same golden lines on its cheeks.
The leader of that pilgrim group.
His expression was excited and exhilarated, his fists clenched, as if he were anticipating something.
Beside him, there were several others with similar golden markings on their cheeks.
Their expressions were the same as those of the pilgrim leaders.
The dim, yellowish light seemed to gradually acquire more divinity.
Under Lu Ning's gaze, divine runes flowed around the figure high in the sky, moving in and out of his body, making the king's body shine even brighter.
Just then, the void above the king's head tore open.
The king suddenly looked up at the torn void.
In this tearing void, white mist surged down, instantly engulfing the king.
After engulfing the king, the mist spread rapidly toward the royal city below.
This turn of events seemed to have caught all living beings off guard.
They stared in horror at the surging fog.
Just then, the fog stopped, and a dim yellow light flickered inside.
Under the dim yellow light, the mist began to churn, like boiling water.
This process lasted only a short moment, and the soft light emanating from the dim yellow glow suddenly changed.
The light seemed to contain a sense of decay; even though Lu Ning was only observing the phantom, he could sense the difference in the dim yellow light.
As the light shifted, pieces of rotting flesh and tattered robes fell from the sky, and a torrential rain began to fall.
The torrential rain wasn't clear rainwater, but rather yellowish, corpse-like water.
Under the onslaught of the torrential rain, the flesh and blood of the creatures in the royal city melted and rotted, and some even fell ill on the spot.
When the crown worn by the king who held the throne high fell from the sky, the golden crystal on it shattered, and the golden light dimmed.
Then, a hand fell from the sky, wrapped in a dim yellow bandage, with rotting flesh and blood, and blood and fluids flowing freely.
The hand landed on the palace, and the small hand, like a shooting star, smashed the palace into a crater.
The earth trembled as a result.
The creatures around had already fled when the torrential rain of corpses began to fall.
Lu Ning glanced around and noticed that the leader of the pilgrims was gone.
Several people who had previously stood with the pilgrim leader now stood silently in place, their flesh rotting and bandages covering their bodies, gazing towards the palace ruins.
Just then, the illusion dissipated, and Lu Ning's vision returned.
The crystal he touched broke, along with several other crystals nearby, which dimmed and fell to the ground.
As the crystal shattered, the projection of the Hand of the Underworld, which had absorbed the souls of the members of the Returned Brigade and was taking shape, naturally dissipated as well.
As the projection dissipated, the divine power of death also vanished.
Lu Ning clearly felt that there was another source of contamination from the Hand of the Underworld in his body, and it was even more concentrated than the one he had absorbed in the ruins of Base City No. 65.
Moreover, a large amount of death power was absorbed by Lu Ning, which greatly enhanced his mental strength.
Based on this situation, even if he cultivates normally, he won't need a year to reach the eighth level.
"No!" The pilgrim's expression changed drastically as the illusory image of the Hand of the Underworld dissipated, and he roared with a ferocious expression.
The pilgrim, surrounded by a hazy, deathly aura, reached out and grabbed at Lu Ning in the air.
The next moment, skeletal hands appeared in the void, and a large number of skeletal hands tried to break Lu Ning's body.
However, Yann had already rushed in front of the pilgrims, and in his hand was no longer the greatsword of light, but a warhammer that shone with golden light.
The warhammer, carrying immense force, slammed down upon the pilgrims.
The pilgrim had no choice but to abandon his attack on Lu Ning. He clasped his hands together, and a talisman made of white bones appeared in his hands.
The talisman emitted a dim yellow light, making the signs of decay on the pilgrim's body even more pronounced.
The fighting between the two sides was more intense than before.
Lu Ning had already removed all the skeletal arms. After glancing at the two fighting in the sky, Lu Ning turned his gaze to the old man being besieged by Osiris and Aishalin.
When the old man saw the projection of the Hand of the Underworld shattered, he was naturally just as angry as the pilgrim, but he couldn't even show it.
The combined attack from Osiris and Aisharin put immense pressure on him.
At this moment, the old man's shoulders were covered with solid ice that would never melt, and his left hand was charred by the golden flames.
His mental state was much weaker than before.
It's quite remarkable that he's managed to hold on this long, given the combined efforts of the two saints.
After all, the old woman was killed by Lu Ning and Aishalin in a single exchange.
Lu Ning leaped down from the palace, wielding a scarlet sword, and charged toward the old man.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
