Wow! The item-dropping rate is really high!

With such measures, the difficulty of handling related demonic incidents would generally be greatly reduced, a trend that is traceable through prolonged past experience.

At the moment, the two executioners, one parrying and the other admonishing, took out the standard examples to respond.

The thrown mirror shard emitted a clear shattering noise in the air, then re-coalesced into an insubstantial, blurry screen of light more than two meters above the ground.

Within the screen, the edges of the deep green fog expanded outwards like a surging living thing.

The population of the underground city was numerous, and although the location chosen by the sect was as secluded as possible, there were still other ordinary people in the vicinity, beyond the steel walls.

The expansion of the fog ignored the obstructions of physical entities such as steel walls, passing through them with ease, ruthlessly devouring the ordinary people who had just noticed something amiss and were attempting to flee.

A "splash" sounded.

The steps of the ordinary people fleeing, enveloped in the fog, froze mid-air, their skin and muscles rotting into a thick slurry that fell from the skeleton in an instant.

This process was not swift, the sight of skin, mucous membranes, and crimson muscle fibers corroding bit by bit was hair-raising, and the agonized howls of the ordinary people during this painful process made the entire scene appear sinister and cold.

The Spiritual Energy creations, capable of recording facts in more dimensions than ordinary optical cameras, honestly presented all the changes that occurred during the process.

The ordinary people, now reduced to a thick slurry, did not end their suffering; a blurry shadow like a spirit was captured by the fog from the place of their death.

Even as the spirits of the ordinary people flailed desperately, trying to escape this dreadful place, within the area already buried by the fog there was simply no chance of escape.

So, the struggling, translucent limbs outside the fog ultimately were completely consumed by the dense green fog, turning into a pure green stream mingling throughout the fog, nourishing and continuing to feed its growth.

With every target it consumed, the fog expanded further.

This process was extremely fast, and its range of effect was vast.

If it hadn't been for the two executioners on Zuo Jin's trail who quickly intervened to disperse the crowd and leave, the rate of the fog's expansion would have been even more terrifying.

"See that? That is the 'Eternal Mark' He speaks of!" Franca shouted energetically.

Sogros laughed heartily, "To offer souls to our father is equally the greatest reward for you mortals!"

While uttering his arrogant words, Sogros lightly swung his bone staff.

The slender staff looked like a child's toy in His huge, bloated hands, yet the power behind a gentle swing was enough to dwarf the best close-combat executioner of the Arbitration Place.

The executioner who had just leaped forward wielding a long-handled war hammer was instantly knocked airborne by the tremendous force of the bone staff, smashing heavily against the mechanical wall, even causing a noticeable deformation in the hard, black-oiled steel.

A "puff" rang out as the executioner fell to the ground like a burst sack, struggling to rise, only to spit out a mouthful of fresh blood.

A crazed yet gentle smile spread across Sogros' face, and with a light tap of his bone staff towards the war hammer executioner's body, a huge bone scythe instantly appeared above the war hammer executioner's head.

"Whoosh!"

The shadow of the bone scythe was raised high, then suddenly brought down!

Its shadow, impervious to any form of attack, was just a fleeting moment captured by everyone's spiritual senses.

In truth, the moment the shadow of the bone scythe appeared, the executioner, still clutching his war hammer, had already been devoid of life.

The invisible essence was consumed by the caster, the unclean Sogros, who quietly closed his eyes, savoring the nourishment from the loyal soul with evident pleasure.

"Give up your resistance!" Sogros, upon opening his eyes again, spun the bone staff half a circle around his body, pointing it equally toward every soul in front of him that had not yet surrendered, "When I descended upon this world, you were already utterly hopeless. I quite enjoy your stubbornness, my little friends, and I think you will also receive a decent promotion in the presence of the Father."

The terrifying power of Sogros silenced all the survivors present.

They would not surrender, but they felt the despair in their strength.

The girl had clearly peaked in her resistance to Sogros, but the only change it brought was turning the gray aura above his head into a blurred gray spot of light.

The swollen, rotting body remained still in his original spot, not having moved an inch.

Clearly, with the power of this great demon, the inverted high-dimensional channel was no longer able to forcibly summon Him back.

They had to confront and defeat this great demon to send it back to the higher-dimensional space where it belonged!

But within the city, who else could withstand a demon with such terrifying power?!

"You have time for three more sentences..."

At the end of the long mechanical corridor, a calm and steady voice suddenly rang out.

The pressing edge was firmly locked onto Sogros the moment the words were spoken.

Hearing this unexpected voice, Sogros, the Defiler, whose face had always carried a gentle smile, suddenly stiffened, looking in the direction of the voice with some incomprehension—

There stood a human silhouette, not particularly strong, raising a bow and aiming in his direction.

"You... who are you?" Sogros asked, somewhat puzzled.

The green fog was not just a plague of corrosive clouds; the invisible bacteria and viruses it carried also acted as his eyes and ears.

Enveloped in this green poisonous fog, He was an omniscient and omnipotent True God!

Yet now, someone had managed to approach so close within this fog, as if... as if it were that fellow who had just madly struck back at him with an axe!

Could it be that he too had the blessings of those other three despicable fellows?

But the sensation brought by this new figure was distinctly different from the axe-wielder from just before.

That keen oppressive force, like a blade to the face, was an intensity the axe-wielder could never hope to match!

"Two sentences..."

The voice murmured softly.

Like a drop-by-drop countdown to the final moment of a clock.

Many others who heard this voice, however, revealed bright smiles of joy on their faces...

"The lord has arrived!"

"Phew~finally arrived..." Franca, who had been holding tension in her body, felt the last breath of willpower she had been clinging to dissipate instantly, her body went limp, collapsing to the ground limply, only her subconscious-controlled Spiritual Energy remaining minimally active to protect her body.

"We came here to harvest human souls!" Sogros, the Defiler, looked nervously at the thin silhouette at the end of the corridor.

The other's demeanor reminded Him of the most bullish and brainless group in the higher dimensions.

It wasn't worth a hard confrontation with these brainless brutes.

Especially on the human turf of the material world.

"One sentence..."

A furious gale began to take shape in front of the silhouette, affecting both the Spiritual Energy and the material realm, even wrapping up the green poisonous fog within it.

The arrowhead at the core of everything seemed cold and silent at that moment.

The raging storm gathered around it, ready to burst with the final surge!

"Damn it! Don't think I'm scared of you!" Sogros, the Defiler, extended his bone staff.

"Whoosh!"

The arrow flew like a fierce dragon emerging from the sea!

Sogros, the Defiler, withdrew his bone staff.

He dove into the gray spot above his head and vanished in the blink of an eye.