Who Designed This Underworld Dungeon?

Looking at the purple light, Fanen suddenly felt a strong discomfort in his heart, even his arm involuntarily trembled. He seemed to have seen such purple light somewhere before.

"Brother, I've seen that purple light!" Isha stared at the sky, her little face showing a highly tense expression, speaking with an extremely uneasy demeanor:

"On the night of the parasitic outbreak, I also saw exactly the same purple light in the sky!"

Fanen slapped his hand suddenly. Right, he finally remembered. On the night of the parasitic disaster outbreak, everyone saw a mysterious purple starlight covering the sky. The scale of the purple light that night was far larger than today's, yet even the smaller purple light today has brought great unease to people.

This unease was validated in the next second, as the abnormal appearance in the sky made the parasites rushing to the Dungeon Teleportation Gate gradually stop in their tracks, each lifting their heads trembly to stare at the sky.

The bodies of the infected burst suddenly, fragile skin torn apart by swollen muscles, dark red flesh burst out, massive distortion and mutation, some even began to merge after colliding with other human bodies, and various disturbing sounds echoed throughout Savis City.

Within a few seconds, the infected, who barely maintained human form, had transformed into deformed monsters straight out of a movie directed by Conanberg!

Most of them were still attracted to the Dungeon, but a small part turned their attention to Fanen and the others, who were still shocked by this sudden change.

Fanen's mind continuously screamed danger warnings. He immediately grabbed the few people beside him, his expression changed, and he shouted:

"Run!"

"Roaaaar!"

The deformed monsters poured in like a flood!

Gong Qiying had not yet seen what was happening outside. He was trying every way to break down the mental defenses of the Evil God's consciousness avatar.

The Mad Fire, Abyss, and Crimson Corruption have all been used, in doubly potent versions too, and Mansis's brain was constantly exerting frenzy.

Yet looking across, the mutant's body had been ravaged by these insane things beyond recognition but was still held together by the consciousness avatar. The invisible consciousness avatar continued to output corrosion towards the Dungeon.

"What on earth is wrong with this guy?"

[What on earth is wrong with this guy?]

Gong Qiying and the consciousness avatar simultaneously questioned.

"Though it feels like this guy is closely tied to the Evil God, he's completely unaffected by Mansis's brain or even Mad Fire? It's a bit overpowered."

[Luckily, I'm an avatar of the main body; all unfavorable influences are automatically transferred to the main body. This bizarre brain and yellow fire, black mud, and that crimson indescribable thing clearly have issues. Sorry, main body!]

[But why hasn't my corrosion had any effect on this Dungeon yet? This period should have been enough to corrode hundreds of mortals. Damn it, this makes me look quite bad!]

"Fortunately, my spiritual power reserve is sufficient. Red Teeth was right, you can never have too much spiritual power. Earning a bit more daily always comes in handy."

The consciousness avatar relied on an invisible thread to transmit all the influences it suffered back to the main body, sparing itself harm.

The two parties were locked in a stalemate for a moment.

Meanwhile, above the starry sky.

A large, ambiguous shape of a purple nebula is the body of the Hidden Dull Star, currently in a sleeping state.

Suddenly, it flickered slightly, as if a piercing pain pricked it briefly, and some floating debris in the cosmos bumped into each other like it's scratching an itch.

The nebula turned over, continuing blissful slumber.

Within a few seconds, fleeting Mad Fire ignited inside it, a momentary sinister flame jolting it again more pronouncedly.

It gently lifted itself, gazed sleepily around, and then continued to slumber.

This was not over yet, a beautiful flower of crimson corruption flashed within it, making it twitch twice and grow restless.

A black Abyss appeared briefly, swallowing some purple light, akin to an ant biting a human.

Even so, the marvelous sleep continued to grip it into continued rest, until it dreamed of a Mansis brain filled with eyes.

Consequently, all the oddities appeared on its body in succession!

The sleeping Evil God: HP-1-1-1-1...

This was more annoying than flies and mosquitoes flying around one's ear while asleep!

Starlight flashed, it awoke for a moment!

Some shapeless favored nearby instantly lost their lives in its rage, for even God feels grumpy upon awakening, let alone when the consciousness avatar's feedback disrupts its carefully planned dreams, expending the precious accumulated power!

Upon closer inspection, its gaze pierced through the universe's darkness and projected onto the active human world, instantly understanding everything before doing the unthinkable:

It grabbed the invisible thread connecting it to the consciousness avatar.

With a fierce pull!

[I am invincible now, can't be affected]

Having just been again engulfed by Mad Fire, the consciousness avatar was gloating.

[So hot!]

In the next moment, it suddenly screamed, feeling not only the high temperature but a deeper level of influence.

[How come I feel this?]

It dumbly looked up.

The transparent thread that had provided it solace... was severed.

Main body, what are you doing!?