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In the center of the pool, a sacred statue appeared before Xiao Yang, but it was only a head.

This was the head of the giant statue missing from the main hall.

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Whether it was an illusion or not, Xiao Yang glimpsed a fleeting ray of light in the right eye of this statue's head.

Reaching out, Xiao Yang's fingers carefully touched the azure blue pool water, and immediately afterward, a buff was applied to Xiao Yang.

[Blessing of Slumber: Slowly restores health for a short time, attacks have a holy banishment effect.]

Xiao Yang received such a blessing. It wasn't a permanent blessing, but at least the blue pool water didn't harm him.

Xiao Yang's finger that touched the pool water wasn't melted away like the corpse of the Vortex Face person.

Suddenly seeing such a pool of water in this environment full of cultists was rather surprising.

Now, Xiao Yang had found the missing head of the Goddess of Repose statue, but why was it here, and what about the words inscribed on this metal frame?

"Terrified believers overthrew their useless god?"

This commotion interrupted Xiao Yang's thoughts. Raising his head, Xiao Yang saw the mutated rat-man struggling to escape from the metal cross.

Now was not the time to think!

Xiao Yang once again gripped his rusted giant axe and strode towards the mutated rat-man.

The ear-piercing howl was not just a resentful cry; each shrill howl caused Xiao Yang's mental state to fluctuate, and each howl reduced Xiao Yang's spirit by five points.

One sound, two sounds, three sounds.

Xiao Yang's spirit was constantly falling. It wasn't a big problem; Xiao Yang had gradually become accustomed to the ups and downs of his spirit attribute. Moreover, simply losing spirit was only a minor issue; the most troublesome thing was what came after the ear-piercing howl.

Each howl would bring a hand-disease infected person here.

From the broken sewer passages in the ceiling, from the sewer passages connecting around this sewer tunnel square.

Fortunately, Xiao Yang had cleaned up the Vortex Face people in this area very thoroughly. Among the hand-disease infected people who were constantly being summoned, there were no Vortex Face people.

Otherwise, the situation would be very deadly.

Until now, Xiao Yang was seeing the mildly infected hand-disease patients for the first time.

Thin and weak, with small parts of their bodies growing nails and sparse fingers, their eyes were full of bloodshot veins.

Xiao Yang could see these mildly infected hand-disease patients very clearly because at this moment, a mildly infected hand-disease person falling from the ceiling was almost sticking to his face.

Xiao Yang heard the chaotic murmurs.

"Great Holder, Dweller of Death, Pale Sleeper!"

Before the murmuring could end, Xiao Yang decisively split the hand-disease infected person in front of him with an axe. In one contact after another with the evil god, Xiao Yang had gained several valuable experiences.

Don't look, don't listen, use your fists, use your axe, or something else.

Now he was implementing these hard-earned experiences.

The effect of the Blessing of Slumber was felt by Xiao Yang.

The attacks that Xiao Yang swung out carried a faint blue light. His damage to these hand-disease infected people was almost doubled, and it wasn't just increased damage.

Those hand-disease infected people who were killed by Xiao Yang began to melt away, their flesh and blood dissolving.

This was a good thing because Xiao Yang had already seen the existence of Finger-Joint Summoners among the hand-disease infected people who were constantly emerging.

If there were no corpses after being killed, then the disgusting level of these Finger-Joint Summoners would also be greatly reduced.

This Blessing of Repose was a rather targeted blessing. The holy banishment effect it provided not only increased Xiao Yang's damage to these hand-disease infected people, but also greatly restrained those flesh and blood aberrations.

However, there was also a downside. If the corpses of these hand-disease infected people were completely dissolved, then Xiao Yang's dropped items would also disappear along with them.

If the corpses no longer existed, turning into a pool of colorless and odorless water, then naturally there was no way to talk about the dropped items, but fortunately, the acquisition of experience could still be obtained normally.

Moreover, it wasn't impossible to salvage the dropped loot. As long as he finished picking it up before the corpse completely dissolved, he could salvage the loot that was dissipating with the corpse.

But there was no need for that.

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Most of the hand-disease infected people, their most dropped items were some miscellaneous things such as grayish-white nails, grayish-white fingers, and disoriented limbs. They were all some messy things that were not easy to sell even in a clearance sale, truly useless little trash.

Xiao Yang wasn't particularly heartbroken about these messy things.

Not long after the battle began, Xiao Yang's surroundings became chaotic, and with the entry of those heavyweights one by one, Xiao Yang's progress also became difficult.

In this kind of chaotic battle, Xiao Yang's consistent principle was to kill the thing that kept summoning people first, and he was now preparing to do so.

But in the current situation, it was really a bit difficult to do this.

The main point was that Xiao Yang's spirit was a little overwhelmed.

The mutated rat-man's howling, the twisted palms summoned by those Finger-Joint Summoners, these grotesque things could not only summon the twisted palms from the bodies of the dead hand-disease infected people, but the living hand-disease infected people were also their summoning materials.

One by one, the hand-disease infected people, either with ferocious expressions or in a daze, began to shed their flesh and blood after being cast by the Finger-Joint Summoners. The flesh and blood on their bodies actively separated from their bodies, landing with blood, and evolving into twisted palms.

When the flesh and blood all over their bodies fell off, these hand-disease infected people naturally walked towards death, collapsing on the ground.

Such a grotesque and bloody scene was constantly being staged, and Xiao Yang was fed a full meal by these twisted palms in this process.

The spirit was constantly falling.

Sixty, fifty, forty, thirty-five.

The momentum of the charge was not so smooth due to the obstruction of those flesh-dissolving beings.

Xiao Yang didn't have the capital to fight a protracted war, but in the current situation, a quick battle was not very realistic either.

Things suddenly became difficult.

Fortunately, the Light-Dark Misalignment gave Xiao Yang a little room for error.

It's time to add something more!

Xiao Yang had made some preparations for this kind of situation.