American Exorcism Male God

"So, was it you who saved me?"

Xu Yi sat cross-legged on the ground, staring at the enormous figure before him.

He hadn't died, so the Resurrection Coin naturally hadn't taken effect. In the instant he was about to be engulfed by the black blood flood, a tremendous pulling force suddenly acted upon his soul.

The space before him was filled with dream-like green light. Every object was a form of light and shadow, imbued with a sense of unreality.

This place didn't actually exist in reality, only spirits could live here. Groups of Cat Spirits lay nearby, curiously sizing up Xu Yi.

Xu Yi's body was also made of light and shadow, he was now in the state of a soul.

The huge Cat Spirit floated before him with a round face, round pupils, and a round body, resembling a balloon.

The round-faced cat spoke, its language was none that Xu Yi knew, but somehow, he understood it. The other's intention was to tell him there was no need for thanks.

"So it was also you calling for help before?"

Xu Yi recalled the faint voice he heard within the Psychic Illusion Realm. The reason it had sounded familiar was because of this.

The round-faced cat nodded.

Xu Yi gazed at the huge Cat Spirit before him. Undoubtedly, the other was the true master of the Cat Spirit Holy Tree, the soul of the Holy Tree, Bastet.

"What do I need to do to save you?" Xu Yi asked.

Since the other had saved him once, he naturally felt it would be too rude to refuse without at least inquiring about the situation.

Bastet didn't speak, but suddenly, light burst from its pupils, and the space above its head opened up. Through the opening, the situation outside was visible.

The black blood flood surrounded the Cat Spirit Holy Tree, covering it from above and below, with black blood everywhere.

The Cat Spirit Holy Tree emitted a pale green light, an invisible Barrier blocking the black water. However, the Barrier was shrinking, getting smaller and smaller.

The vines of the Holy Tree had completely coiled into a ball, and the Black Carp struggled to drag the unconscious Lisa to the base of the Holy Tree, the center of the Barrier.

The Black Carp shot out again, heading straight for William, but it was still a step too late.

William just happened to be at the edge of the Holy Tree. His right shoulder was touched by a few drops of the black blood, which instantly corroded the flesh, revealing the stark white bones beneath.

The Black Carp bit William's cloth corner, tugging forcefully. Its small body erupted with astonishing strength, managing to drag William away.

After dragging William slightly away from the flood's edge, it attempted to rescue another person.

Alas, the black blood advanced once more. The people sleeping at the edge were engulfed, their flesh instantly corroded away, and their bones sank into the blood to dissolve completely moments later.

"Do you want me to take you out of here? But how should I carry you? On my shoulder or pack you in a bag? Should I ask for a packing box?" Xu Yi quipped.

Even a fool would know that the Evil God Ratma would not let the Cat Spirit Holy Tree go easily. If he had trapped the Holy Tree here to erode it step by step, wasn't it to devour the power of the Cat Spirit Holy Tree?

The Thief Evil God, his name alone gave a rough idea of his Ability.

Disappointment appeared on the face of the Cat Spirit Bastet, its head hanging down.

Suddenly, it lifted its head and brandished its claws toward the black blood in the illusory scene as if it wanted to give Ratma a severe thrashing.

Unfortunately, its round face looked utterly non-threatening, much like a kitten demanding affection.

Xu Yi felt a bit of novelty. So the Spirit of the Holy Tree was such an entity, akin to an innocent child unaware of the ways of the world.

No wonder it was no match for the Evil God Ratma, trapped here, not only outclassed in strength but also utterly outsmarted.

"With that look, you can't scare Ratma at all!" Xu Yi saw the Cat Spirit Bastet continuing to snarl at the Blood Sea, a bit speechless. Continue your adventure at empire

Since when were cats afraid of mice?

He had realized by now that the Cat Spirit Bastet was only putting on an act, not daring to face Ratma directly. Otherwise, it wouldn't be shrinking here like an ostrich, letting the Evil God feed on its power.

According to the behavior of ordinary people, no, ordinary cats, one should have attempted to escape when strength was plentiful, instead of hiding here, waiting for the slim hope of rescue.

The Cat Spirit Bastet stopped and glared at Xu Yi with round eyes. After a moment of silence, It suddenly spoke in that indiscernible language, but it was the voice of the soul, and Xu Yi understood what It meant.

"You mean, I should think of a way for you to scare Ratma?"

Xu Yi felt numb as if Zhuge Liang were telling A-Dou that it was a critical moment for the survival of Shu Han, and the emperor should rise up and help the dynasty.

Instead, A-Dou asked Zhuge Liang, "Prime Minister, I've recently found a secret formula. Do you think my skin has become a lot whiter?"

Is this a question of how good the skin is? Is this about whether or not you can scare Ratma?

Now is not the time to recover your "cat" dignity!

The Evil God Ratma summoned a flood of black blood, which was bound to have severe consequences; otherwise, It wouldn't have waited until Its main body was discovered to use it.

The opponent's purpose was not just to deal with Xu Yi, but also to break through the Cat Spirit Holy Tree's defenses in one fell swoop, consume Bastet, and replenish the depleted Divine Body of the Evil God.

Xu Yi sat down on the ground in despair, feeling rather exhausted, as that's the powerlessness one feels when encountering an incompetent teammate.

He frowned in thought, but gradually his tightly knit brow relaxed, and his eyes began to brighten.

"Can you return my soul to my body?"

The Cat Spirit Bastet stared at Xu Yi, not understanding what sort of daydream this human in front of It was having. The fact that the soul was protected by It was already fortunate, and yet he still hoped to return to his body.

The man's body had long been corroded by the black blood, leaving nothing but dregs.

But It still nodded, as It indeed had that ability.

Xu Yi looked up at the Cat Spirit Bastet, a fierce figure flashed through his mind, "As a Divine Body, you should be able to change your form, right?"

Xu Yi's guess was not unfounded. The cat spirits frolicking around him would often elongate or compress their bodies.

Bastet didn't understand why Xu Yi was asking this, but still nodded.

"Do you want to make Ratma fear you? Do you want to... leave this place?" Xu Yi coaxed gently, his words filled with temptation.

Bastet's eyes suddenly lit up, nodding vigorously like one mashing garlic.

"Very good!" Xu Yi clapped and stood up, "Next, you just follow my orders!"

...

The flood of black blood began to recede, and the water that had risen to the top of the sewer gradually fell, quickly dropping by half and still continuing to drop.

The disappearing black waters all flowed in the same direction, creating a huge vortex where Ratma stood at its center, dripping with fresh blood.

It looked almost the same as before, but if one looked closely enough, one would notice Its pure white pupils had turned grayish-black, almost blending into the surrounding darkness.

Ratma looked up at the Cat Spirit Holy Tree. Under the assault of the black blood flood, the tree's Barrier had shrunk by half, and the peripheral Vines had been corroded by the black blood, completely rotten and withered.

To survive, the Holy Tree had voluntarily severed its peripheral branches and leaves. What used to be a lush vine tree now looked bare.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

It wasn't that Ratma didn't want to take the Holy Tree in one go, It just couldn't do it.

This moment was the weakest Ratma had been since Its birth. If It didn't retract the black blood soon, It might fall into a long slumber.

Within the black blood, a tiny shadow was drawn to the vortex—the Annabelle puppet.

Ratma's black blood was specifically designed to corrode flesh and blood, but for mutated puppets like Annabelle, there wasn't much corrosion.

Most importantly, the Annabelle puppet possessed a "pseudo Divine Body," letting it soak in the black blood without much trouble.

The flood of black blood had receded, dropping to Ratma's waist, and Ratma noticed the Annabelle puppet in the black blood. Just as It was about to grab the puppet, Its body shook violently.

A towering figure burst through the black waters, leaped up, and with a roar, pounced towards Ratma.