The blood mist surged completely, enveloping the entire altar.
It devoured and pulled all the divine souls around the altar, drawing them into another space of divine thought.
When the two opened their eyes again, it was still the Blood Pool, still the altar, but everything around had changed.
In the Blood Pool, countless vengeful souls’ ghostly faces roared hideously.
On the altar stood a massive horned statue, awe-inspiring and majestic, as if it were a deity, seemingly wielding immense power.
Now, Mo Hua sat on the altar.
Mr. Witch stood below the altar.
Originally, upon reaching this realm of the Divine Lord, Mr. Witch should have immediately bowed down, slaughtered the divine soul intended as a sacrificial offering, torn it apart, and presented it to the Divine Lord.
But at this moment, his heart and spirit quivered completely.
In front of him, sitting upright on the altar, was a strange little kid.
The appearance indeed had some resemblance to Mo Hua, but the age and physique were smaller, the aura was very obscure, and nothing abnormal could be detected.
But he was a Shaman, believing in deities for years, able to sense that the seemingly young Mo Hua exuded a trace of an aura that made him feel terrified.
This was an aura almost... divine!
Mr. Witch’s heart trembled, almost unable to stand, gritting his teeth, pointing at Mo Hua, "Who exactly are you?"
"No..." He shook his head, pupils contracting, "What exactly are you?"
Mo Hua slightly smiled at him, her voice crisp, saying:
"The path you carried out was well done, next time there’s no need to lead it again."
Mr. Witch’s expression changed wildly.
He finally understood.
Indeed, everything was calculated perfectly!
This little imp hidden among the crowd, leaving no trace, was the real mastermind; from the very beginning, everything he did was to enter the altar.
His target... was the Divine Lord!
He didn’t lie to himself; this little imp was the great adversary of the Divine Lord!
"The great adversary of the Divine Lord..."
After the terror, Mr. Witch slowly stood upright again, his gaze resolute, and his heart surged with endless courage, which was boundless loyalty and fervent belief in the Divine Lord.
"Being the great adversary of the Divine Lord, I shall sever your head, cut off your limbs, gouge out your eyes, extract your heart... and completely dismember you, to offer you to the Divine Lord, proving my loyalty!"
Mr. Witch’s body gradually expanded.
The Evil God of the Great Wilderness endowed him with courage and also with "swelling" divine thought.
He transformed into a yaksha, with an even more robust physique, more indestructible Dragon Scales, sharper claws and teeth, his entire body’s Blood Qi thick as rivers.
Then, without waiting for Mo Hua to react, Mr. Witch’s figure flashed, his massive fist pounded towards Mo Hua.
This punch was imposing, incomparably swift.
But Mo Hua’s small hand merely stretched out, and all the momentum came to an abrupt halt.
This punch could advance no more.
Mr. Witch’s pupils gradually enlarged.
Then, Mo Hua also punched, carrying Golden Light. It seemed extremely slow but was exceedingly fast, giving Mr. Witch no time to react as it hit his chest.
The indestructible Dragon Scales shattered piece by piece.
The cracks gradually expanded, spreading from the chest to the limbs.
And Mr. Witch’s chest was already blasted with a black hole.
With just one punch, vitality extinguished...
Mr. Witch understood, his face turned pale, slowly kneeling on the ground, his voice filled with immense terror and endless regret:
"With the Divine Lord above, I... am guilty..."
"I am gravely guilty!"
"I have caused a catastrophic disaster against the heavens. I have brought about... a terrifying great adversary..."
In the next instant, Mo Hua directly twisted off his neck.
Henceforth, Mr. Witch’s divine soul was entirely annihilated.