Stepping back into the mist, Lu Ning clearly sensed a special connection coming from a certain direction.
Lu Ning understood that the connection was formed when he first became a god, and it was the connection to the location where his memories disappeared back then.
There must be something very important about him there, but he can sense that he can't go there yet.
It's very dangerous.
Lu Ning glanced in that direction, then calmly said, "Let's go, this way."
Lu Ning moved in the opposite direction from the contact.
Although space and time are displaced and chaotic in the fog.
However, with this connection as an anchor, Lu Ning could barely change his direction and prevent himself from getting close to the most dangerous area.
The space and time between the Rift in Base City 3 and the Tower of Ruins are the most stable, and there are no mist monsters appearing here.
Lu Ning couldn't sense it before, but now he can clearly perceive it, which is due to the power of idealism.
He did it, but this part of his memory is still lost.
Lu Ning didn't delve into it further, but instead led the group of gods away from this path of idealism.
After leaving the area influenced by the power of idealism, they encountered a monster in the mist after only taking a few more steps.
It was a huge lump of flesh, covered with enormous tentacles, eyeballs, and sharp teeth.
The spiritual fluctuations emanating from this lump of flesh were at the level of a lower-level deity, indicating that its strength was not particularly great.
Upon discovering Lu Ning and his group, its mental state immediately became chaotic, and it charged towards them.
However, as He approached, a mental fluctuation swept over Lu Ning, and His body paused.
His mental fluctuations then swept over Lu Ning once more.
This time, the lump of flesh remained silent for a long time before suddenly turning around and trying to escape.
This startled Yan Bing and his group of gods, who were already prepared for battle, leaving them somewhat bewildered.
What's going on?
This was the first time they had encountered an evil god who simply fled.
How come it doesn't have any of the prestige of an evil god?
When Yan Bing and his group of gods sensed the spiritual fluctuations of this evil god, they were somewhat puzzled.
"Is He afraid?"
Then everyone realized what was happening and looked at Lu Ning: "Is He afraid of Lord Lu Ning?"
The crowd looked on with surprise and disbelief.
How exactly did Lu Ning manage to do that?
This is in the fog!
And he's an evil god shrouded in mist!
I was so terrified the moment I saw Him.
The fear in this mental fluctuation was so intense that they even suspected that Lu Ning might have done something heinous to this evil god before.
Lu Ning remained expressionless, but a pale flame burned in his eyes.
The next moment, the almost invisible mass of flesh that had fled suddenly returned to its original position.
He sensed something amiss, and a sharp crackling sound emanated from his mental fluctuations: "Spare me! I'm just a weak lower-level god, I'm not tasty at all!"
Yan Bing and the other deities: "???"
Lu Ning remained expressionless, completely ignoring the bursting sound of the fleshy mass, and began absorbing its mental pollution.
He discovered that, under the influence of the pervasive mental pollution within the fog, his idealistic power had been somewhat enhanced.
This situation was somewhat similar to when he first entered the mist in his memory.
At that time, he had only just awakened, yet he was able to use the mental pollution in the mist to enhance his abilities to an extremely terrifying degree.
However, this time was somewhat different from what he remembered; the amplification of his spiritual power was not as strong as he remembered.
Lu Ning quickly realized why the difference was so big.
Every time Lu Ning tried to mobilize the power of the mist to amplify his own idealistic power, the inexplicable connection from the deepest part of the mist would stop him from doing so.
Lu Ning seemed to be deep in thought. He had a vague feeling that if he used the pollution in the mist to enhance his own idealistic power, something bad might happen.
This feeling made Lu Ning frown involuntarily.
In his memory, Lu Ning had been using his power in this way all these years in the mist.
It seems that nothing bad has happened?
Perhaps it happened, but Lu Ning hasn't remembered it yet?
So what exactly is this bad thing?
Lu Ning was somewhat confused, but he decided to follow his instincts and stop activating the pollution within the fog.
Even if Lu Ning no longer mobilizes the pollution in the mist, with his current mid-level god-like abilities, absorbing the mental pollution of a lower-level evil god is still a piece of cake.
Soon, a large amount of white mist drifted out from the body of this lower-level evil god and floated towards Lu Ning.
As these sources of spiritual pollution are absorbed, the power of this lower-level evil god ages at a visible rate.
It cried out in a sharp, explosive voice, begging for mercy, its tentacles thrashing as it struggled to escape.
The gods on the side, including Yan Bing, also reacted and silently took out their own divine artifacts to attack the frantically struggling mass of flesh.
The lump of flesh didn't even have a chance to fight back; in extreme fear, it was directly blasted to death by wave after wave of attacks.
This was easier than killing a lower-level evil god in the vacuum mist before!
They felt so relaxed that it almost felt unreal.
"...Why isn't this guy putting up any resistance?"
"Yes, they're really terrified of Lord Lu Ning! To this extent?!"
"...Lord Lu Ning, do you know this evil god? What exactly is going on?"
They looked at Lu Ning, their eyes filled with confusion.
Lu Ning shook his head: "I don't know him."
In any case, he had no memory of this evil god.
However, given that he encountered so many evil gods in the mist at the time, how could he possibly remember a lower-level evil god?
Lu Ning shook his head, no longer thinking about it: "Let's go, let's continue searching for prey."
Seeing this, the other deities said no more and nodded in agreement.
The group continued their hunt.
It must be said that there are more monsters in the fog than I imagined.
Almost every day, a group of monsters appears, and among these groups of monsters, there are several evil god-level monsters.
These monsters all have rather peculiar appearances, seemingly completely different from the biological structures in the real universe, and even possess a sense of randomness and absurdity.
Similar to headless felines, or humanoid monsters with their heads growing between their thighs, etc.
These monsters vary in strength, and most of them are not yet at the level of evil gods.
However, there are far more evil god-level monsters than in the vacuum mist.
They had only walked for a short while when they encountered dozens of evil god-level monsters.
These evil god-level monsters naturally became sources of nourishment for Lu Ning's mental pollution.
Just then, a giant hand wrapped in bandages suddenly appeared in front of them.
This giant hand uses its index and middle fingers as feet to walk.
Wherever He went, a dense aura of death spread and swirled around Him. This aura of death merged with the mist and eventually disappeared.
Upon seeing the giant hand, both Lu Ning and Yan Bing were stunned.
Lu Ning revealed a bright smile: "The Hand of the Underworld... I didn't expect it to be such a coincidence."
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