Amidst the sound, Ganishka leaped into the Demon Fetus, and the numerous apostles that formed the Demon Fetus began to resonate in unison. As perhaps the apostle closest to the God Hand, Ganishka himself was already close to this rank. Though a distant gap still remained, his own mandate pointed toward such a destiny. Plunging downward into the Demon Fetus, he pierced through the physical world, pierced through the Astral Realm and the Spiritual Realm, and then penetrated deeper into the pitch blackness. Ganishka widened his eyes and stared fixedly before him, desperately trying to see through the entirety of the abyss. Was there truly a supreme deity within the deepest layers of the abyss...?
Then a fog rose. Centered around this artificial Demon Fetus, vast amounts of mist drifted outward. Every living creature that touched the mist—whether monks, magicians, or even the soldiers further away—melted and dissolved into the fog. Only Daldan seemed to possess some special property; he was not assimilated by the mist.
"This fog is His Majesty's very jade body, and His Majesty is absorbing sufficient life force... Can an apostle undergoing a secondary apostle transformation truly reach the rank of the God Hand directly?" Looking at the continuously expanding Demon Fetus, Daldan began to run outward at top speed.
Chapter 572