Chapter 352: Doubt
After the gray mist was compressed, the robed figure hidden within it was revealed. He had not been devoured by the gray mist.
Realizing the ritual had gone wrong again, the robed figure completely broke down. He frantically threw everything on his person into the gray mist, repeatedly chanting the revered name of Pluto.
Gemstones, magical potions, magic books... various valuable items entered the gray mist. Each time something was devoured, the gray mist would pulse like a flame fed with firewood, but it would quickly be suppressed again.
"A winning move..."
Loren's scheme had several more layers than the Greed Worshippers' plan, causing their entire scheme to collapse.
It must be said, these people's plan was quite meticulous. They just happened to encounter Loren, a freakishly cautious individual.
Just as he tried to let the gray mist continue spreading, the Pope had already arrived at the battlefield. The ground was instantly overgrown with brambles, blocking all escape routes.
In the blink of an eye, the brambles had entangled the Greed Worshipper's legs. His black robe was torn, and his ankles were scratched by the thorns, leaving bloodstains where the wounds showed very obvious black discoloration.
These thorns were poisonous.