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"Boom——" With a deafening sound, the terrifying divine power wave swept through the entire sewer in an instant.

This force was like a torrent of annihilation, so powerful beyond imagination that it directly caused the sewers of the Arcane City to collapse and disintegrate.

Bricks and stones exploded, sewage surged, and the entire underground world seemed to have reached doomsday. The powerful force fluctuations even penetrated through layers of earth and stone, causing vibrations in the entire Arcane City. The buildings on the ground shook continuously, and the residents were terrified and fled.

By the time everything calmed down, the originally intricate sewer system had been completely destroyed and turned into ruins.

Merlin took a deep breath and slowly stood up. He looked at the puddle of mud under his feet - the current fate of the once arrogant Otto. He spat and said viciously: "I told you, Uncle Otto, I will kill you today! Damn it, you dared to stab me in the kidney, deceive my feelings, and make me pay so much money. You really can't die even if you die ten thousand times!"

At this moment, although the anger in his heart had subsided a little, his eyes were still cold. He turned his head and looked at the Ancient God believers who were still in the sewer. The countless deformed bodies, believers, and deacons had basically been killed by Merlin. He pointed at the group of guys with a sneer and said, "Don't even think about escaping!"

"Devil, this guy is a devil! He killed Lord Otto!" The believers of the Ancient God Cult widened their eyes in horror and looked at Merlin. The muscles on his face were twisted by extreme fear. His voice trembled violently, as if all his strength had been drained away. His legs were weak and he could hardly stand.

Merlin's battle in the sewer directly frightened the group of believers of the Ancient God Cult.

Just now, they witnessed with their own eyes that Merlin was like a demon descending to the earth, releasing the power to destroy the world with every move of his hands. Otto, the man they had always believed in and regarded as invincible, was smashed into a pool of meat paste under Merlin's fierce attack.

Fear spread rapidly in their hearts like a plague. Their original fanatical faith dissipated like bubbles under Merlin's horrific massacre, leaving only boundless fear that penetrated deep into their bones.

They no longer cared about doctrine or mission, and only had one thought in their minds: escape, escape desperately! So, they fled in panic, pushing and trampling on each other, and screaming.

Merlin's friends behind him were shocked and distressed when they saw his crazy look.

When the group of Ancient God followers disappeared without a trace, Merlin slowly breathed a sigh of relief, a tired but relieved smile appeared on his face, and he secretly congratulated himself: "Finally I scared these guys."

However, behind the smile was a deep helplessness. He had spent almost all of his resources to defeat Otto just now. All the wealth in the space ring had been used up. At this moment, it was not an exaggeration to say that he was penniless.

Arthur was the first to come to his senses. He walked quickly to Merlin's side, his eyes full of concern, and asked softly, "Are you okay?"

Merlin pulled himself together, forced out a smile, and said, "It's okay."

Then, he patted Arthur's shoulder, pointed at the meat paste left by Otto on the ground, a trace of fear flashed in his eyes, and said, "Please burn it with that white flame. I'm a little afraid that this guy will give me a second stage or something."

Although Arthur still didn't quite understand what Merlin said, he could understand the general meaning.

He nodded slightly, raised the sword in his hand with a solemn expression, and muttered something. In an instant, a dazzling white flame bloomed on the sword, which was the purifying power of the Goddess of Light.

The flames leaped like nimble spirits, slowly falling on the remaining flesh and blood of Otto, and instantly burned fiercely.

With a "sizzling" sound, the flesh and blood gradually turned into ashes, and the air was filled with a burnt smell, as if to completely erase the last trace of Alto's existence.

In the empty sewer, Merlin looked up into the dark depths with a firm and resolute gaze. He said in a deep voice, "Next, we'll go see what these guys from the Ancient God Cult are doing under the city."

Everyone nodded and followed Merlin to the deepest part of the sewer without any hesitation.

At this time, the sewer had been destroyed beyond recognition by Merlin's horrific attack. The walls collapsed, bricks and stones were scattered all over the ground, and the road became extremely narrow. They could only move forward carefully, taking every step with extreme caution.

After a while, everyone came to a slightly empty place. However, the scene before them made their stomachs churn and they were extremely shocked.

This is a place like the abyss of hell, filled with blood, distortion and disgust.

All around, countless corpses of demons were piled up like mountains, layer upon layer, emitting a disgusting stench.

The corpses were in various shapes. Some had incomplete limbs, with broken arms and limbs scattered randomly; some were disemboweled, with internal organs spilling out onto the ground, having long since dried and solidified; others were unrecognizable, with broken heads and brains spilling out.

In the center of the venue was a huge and evil altar. The altar was built of black boulders and was covered with strange and twisted runes. The runes seemed alive, faintly flashing with blood-red light, as if telling an evil curse.

On the altar, flesh and blood piled up, constantly wriggling and splitting. The flesh and blood showed a strange dark red color, like rotten organs, and blood bubbles swelled up from time to time. They burst with a "puff" sound, splashing disgusting blood.

The blood seemed to contain some kind of evil power, dripping onto the ground and corroding black holes.

Around the altar, there were various cruel sacrificial instruments, including rusty daggers with dried blood on the blades; huge stone bowls filled with unknown black liquids that emitted a pungent smell; and some ornaments made of human bones hanging on the corners of the altar, flashing an eerie cold light in the dim light.

Everyone stood in this bloody place, feeling angry and terrified. They realized that the evil of the Ancient God Cult was far beyond their imagination!

Merlin suppressed the turmoil in his heart and slowly walked towards the center of the altar.

He took every step very cautiously, as if the ground beneath his feet might open its bloody mouth and swallow him at any time. His eyes were fixed on the huge black flesh and blood cauldron. Inside the cauldron, a piece of flesh and blood was constantly wriggling and splitting in an extremely strange way, as if it had its own life.

The flesh was a creepy dark red color, and the surface was covered with protruding blood vessels, like twisted earthworms, which would jump violently from time to time, splashing out tiny dots of blood.