Pi Yanping's poison was extremely potent, not only paralyzing Aegel's movements but also sealing his senses, leaving him oblivious to the outside world.
However, Aegel was an old hand and not one to passively await his fate, so he was constantly using his internal corrupting energy to fight against it.
He was, after all, a Cataclysm-level powerhouse; the limits of his abilities were beyond Pi Yanping's imagination.
If events had unfolded as originally planned, even if Aegel could break free on his own, Wai Long and Pi Yanping's scheme would have succeeded.
But with Wen Wen's interference, Aegel gained precious moments to breathe.
Aegel neutralized all the poison within him and was rapidly recovering his strength, maintaining only the outward appearance of being poisoned, waiting to surprise his assailants by fully dispelling the toxins when they arrived.
He knew that both Wai Long and Pi Yanping were True Order level, and the superpowered individual who had interfered was also True Order. Therefore, he only needed to prepare enough power to deal with two True Order beings.
What he didn't know, however, was that while he was recovering his strength, Wen Wen had already transformed into his Cataclysm state and effortlessly dealt with both Pi Yanping and Wai Long.
Aegel detected faint footsteps, knowing someone was approaching. A smirk played on his lips as he unleashed astonishing power, corrupt flesh and blood growing from his severed limbs, replacing his original arms and legs.
"Die, you humble insects! I will make you understand that the dignity of a Cataclysm-level powerhouse is not something you can easily offend!"
"Dignity my ass, you scrub!"
Aegel froze, suddenly finding the sky dark.
No, it wasn't the sky that had darkened, but a colossal black cross descending from above.
This cross directly smashed onto his head, burying itself deep into the soil. The legs formed from corrupt flesh and blood quickly dissolved into bloody water, and he was once again reduced to his crippled state.
"What, what is this?"
In the deep pit created by the cross, Aegel stared blankly at the sky.
The power he had gathered with all his might was utterly annihilated by this massive cross.
He could only watch powerlessly as black chains surged from all directions, binding him tightly before yanking him out of the deep pit, bringing his sight level with Wen Wen.
"Long time no see. Do you remember me?"
Wen Wen lowered his voice, imitating the Black Knight's tone as he asked Aegel. Don't ask why he imitated the Black Knight's voice; he simply felt that voice possessed a great villainous aura.
"It's you!"
Aegel's eyes widened as he looked at Wen Wen, his gaze filled with disbelief.
The superpowered individuals who had entered this world should have only been those from Julianu's group back then. Why was the Black Cross here? Sudan Novels Net.
"Can't figure it out?"
"If you can't figure it out, don't bother. You'll have plenty of time to think about it later."
Wen Wen wasted no time. He feared that any delay might lead to unforeseen complications and allow Aegel to escape. Thus, he directly pulled Aegel into the containment facility.
The process of containing a Cataclysm-level powerhouse was somewhat different from what Wen Wen had imagined.
He had initially thought it would be as simple as locking Aegel away. He hadn't expected it to directly cause an anomaly in the surroundings.
A vague, indescribable shadowy figure, composed of corrupt flesh and blood, appeared in the sky.
This creature had a massive energy source at its chest and abdomen. Even those humans completely unaware of the supernatural world would instinctively recognize this phantom as a terrifying evil god upon first sight.
Wen Wen knew this phantom represented Aegel. Perhaps, beneath Aegel's human facade, this was his true form.
Behind Aegel's phantom stood a colossal black gate. Each of the two doors was adorned with a grotesque demon god, their hands gripping the gate's handles.
The gate was slowly pulled open by the demon gods. Innumerable black chains extended from the doors, binding Aegel's phantom.
The massive phantom let out a soul-shattering roar, and the energy source at its center radiated immense power, but all resistance was futile. Ultimately, the phantom was dragged, bit by bit, into the doorway.
The black gate slowly closed, eventually disappearing completely, leaving behind the spectral image of a giant black cross in the air that lingered for a long time.
The entire process was profoundly shocking, more thrilling than watching an 18D IMAX movie.
Wen Wen couldn't quantify the sheer size of the phantom and the gate. Even ordinary people hundreds of miles away could see the complete anomaly, and their vision of it wasn't much different from Wen Wen's.
Perhaps this anomaly had no concept of size; it manifested impartially in the minds of those around it.
From the moment he transformed to placing Aegel into containment, Wen Wen had spent less than five minutes. He had originally expected it to take at least seven or eight minutes.
This indicated an increase in his strength while in the Cataclysm state. The first time he had fought in his Cataclysm state, his opponent was a weakened Aegel, and Wen Wen had only managed a draw.
This time, if Wen Wen encountered Aegel in that same weakened state, he was confident he could easily suppress him.
This wasn't necessarily an improvement in Wen Wen's base strength, but rather a consequence of him becoming more familiar with the power of the Cataclysm state.
The power of the Cataclysm Jailer had already been enhanced by several upgrades within the Disaster Containment Facility. Therefore, at a fundamental strength level, it was not weaker than other Astral Gods; it was even slightly stronger.
The reason it appeared inferior to other Cataclysm-level beings was simply due to Wen Wen's unfamiliarity.
Wen Wen did not waste the remaining few minutes of his transformation. He utilized this Cataclysm-level power to carefully survey his surroundings.
The undead disaster had already erupted in the north, and clouds carrying a strong undead aura had drifted towards Wen Wen.
The falling rain had transformed the entire land of Xiafu into an environment highly conducive to the survival of the undead.
Within Wen Wen's perception range, numerous corpses had already risen from the ground, becoming mindless, instinct-driven walking dead. Some beings that were originally ghosts and spirits had also seen their powers greatly amplified.
This was merely the initial stage of the undead disaster. As it progressed, more horrifying events would unfold.
This transformation would plunge the populace of Xiafu into panic, giving rise to monsters born from that fear.
If left unchecked, this monster would inevitably grow to a Cataclysm-level threat.
Furthermore, the outbreak of the undead disaster also signaled the emergence of a Cataclysm-level ghost god in the north.
This incomplete world was about to enter a new era of turmoil and uncertainty.
Wen Wen sighed and entered the containment facility.
He wanted to help the people here, but his most crucial task at the moment was to find a way back to the real world.
Only after resolving the immediate crisis would he have the time to contemplate saving the world.