Apocalypse befell, and roommates performed a skyward ritual. As the fog descended, the Book of Blood Spirit appeared in the hands of all survivors, and only those with a Contract monster could survive. Su Han directed his gaze to the neighbor who had already mutated and twisted, silently pulling out a gleaming fruit knife... Grotesque meat corpses, giant spiders with gaping mouths, eyeballs enveloping the city, one-eyed sharp-toothed hand monsters... Civilization fell, cities shattered, and all humans became meat for the monsters. There was only one way to survive: Use monsters to fight monsters.
Bai Qilan and her companions finally sighed in relief as the battle ended, for the overwhelming aura of the Phantom Lizardman had left everyone gasping for air. Despite having reached the Third Order, the gap in strength was still unbearable for her.
Su Han, on the altar, wrapped the statue with Bug Quality while using Psychokinetic Power from the Mother Worm to suppress it, which finally calmed the automatically reactive Lizardman statue.
However, his expression was not one of relief, but rather he looked toward the Spiritual Energy Blood Sea churning outside the strange island. Although unable to communicate, the hidden collective will seemed to be cheering exuberantly.
'Something is wrong, this statue is devouring the power of the Spiritual Energy Blood Sea.'
Su Han instantly came to his senses; the statue was not only a defensive measure for the Lizardman Tribes but also served to devour the spiritual energy of the area.