Apotheosis

Maggie had retreated far away with her guards. Under the veil, her exquisite face revealed a hint of excitement.

It had been a trap from the very beginning.

Although Zen had seen through her little ruse at the last minute, it was too late; she had already achieved her goal.

Once the Mist Summoning Spirit devoured Zen, she and her men would be rewarded handsomely.

"There are many citizens in the Sweltering Desert, right?"

Zen turned his head and asked indifferently, even though the Mist Summoning Spirit was only a short distance away and he was in imminent danger.

A look of surprise came over Maggie's face when she heard his question, but then she smiled sweetly and said, "Of course. It's how we live on. I'm sorry. You're a kind-hearted man."

It was already tough for ordinary people to inhabit a barren desert. The existence of the powerful Mist Summoning Spirit only made it even harder for them.

The Mist Summoning Spirit had an outstanding talent; it could arrange a magic space array and trap lost True Gods in it. However, it had a very obvious shortcoming: since it was a plant, it could barely move around.

Some of the civilians living in this desert chose to cooperate with the Mist Summoning Spirit. They lured any True Gods who got lost in the desert to the Mist Summoning Spirit so that it could devour them. In return, the Mist Summoning Spirit would secrete some light green sap that could prolong the lives of the civilians and protect them from diseases.

Therefore, the civilians made up lies to gain the trust of outsiders, and took them to the Mist Summoning Spirit.

"You are humans. It's a shame for you to collude with a monster," Zen sneered, staring at Maggie.

"Haha! A consummate True God! What good luck!" A strange sound came from the Mist Summoning Spirit's mouth, which was full of sharp teeth. It turned out that it could actually speak human language!

Swish!

As soon as it finished its words, a thorn-covered vine shot out from its stem and rolled toward Zen on the desert sand.

Zen did not dodge. Instead, he just let the vine wind around his body.

"Shame? No. It's just a way to survive," Maggie sai

th his fist like a giant god had left all of them dumbfounded.

"Like I said, it's a shame to collude with a monster. What's more, you betrayed my trust," Zen said in a frigid voice.

The guards finally came back to their senses and ran away, scattering in all directions. Maggie was the only one who stayed rooted to the spot.

With a nonchalant expression on his face, Zen stretched out his hand toward the guards. Lightning gathered at the tips of his fingers and shot out.

It traveled several hundred feet before leaping onto the guards, instantly burning their bodies.

"Why aren't you running?" Zen asked, staring at Maggie.

With a bitter smile, Maggie answered, "If you can kill the Mist Summoning Spirit that easily, I don't stand a chance. It's useless to run away from you."

After all, they were only divine citizens. All this time, they had been able to trap and kill True Gods only with the help of the Mist Summoning Spirit. They had no strength of their own and were at the bottom of the Source World.

"You are right,"

Zen said expressionlessly. Another beam of lightning shot out from the tips of his fingers and hit Maggie.

The shock knocked the flute in her hand to the ground, and her hourglass body was immediately incinerated.

Now that Zen had revealed his Wild God Body to these people, he did not intend to leave any of them alive. Besides, they had all planned to kill him, so he took no mercy on them.