Seeing this, taking advantage of the momentary gap when Osiris and Isis joined forces to create the most intense offensive, completely drawing the Evil God's attention to the front battlefield.
The Raven transformed into a streak of pitch-black light, speeding towards the massive corporeal form of the Evil God—straight underneath it, that area shrouded in writhing flesh and purplish-red glow, almost merging with the earth!
The closer he got to the Evil God's main body, the more terrifying the surrounding energy turbulence became. Ian had to constantly adjust his flight path, narrowly avoiding the energy storms that could tear apart even a Legendary Wizard. Several times, the Evil God's Light Wings nearly grazed his feathers, causing a momentary instability in his Transformation Technique.
"This can't continue." Ian keenly realized that merely relying on himself, it was very difficult to break through the automatically formed Energy Barrier around the Evil God. Those distorted halos were not only a defense but also a perception domain—any intruder would immediately be detected by Set-Apep. How sharp was the Evil God's perception!
Ian had almost been discovered just now.
Despite being constrained by the two Gods, it still sensed a faint, foreign "disturbance" below that did not belong to this realm. A thin tendril, like a poisonous snake, shot out from the base of the flesh mountain with a shrill screech, heading straight for that streak of black light! The speed was far more than the Raven's flight!
At the critical moment!
It was precisely because Ian retreated in time that he avoided the Evil God's probing. Of course, this wasn't a good thing either, as Ian once again felt the precariousness of the situation.
While he was contemplating countermeasures, the battle situation suddenly changed.
Osiris seemed to have discovered something, and the hook staff in his hand suddenly changed direction, no longer directly attacking the Evil God's main body, but instead thrusting towards the base of the third Light Wing on Set-Apep's left side. Yes, Pluton Osiris, who was battling several powerful tendrils, seemed to "coincidentally" sense the crisis below.
He was not merely attacking the Evil God's implication.
The Shepherd's Staff in his hand suddenly swung to the side, conjuring a potent Netherworld suction force, forcibly pulling a powerful tendril that was about to lash towards Isis off course! This subtle movement caused the massive body of the Evil God to maintain balance and attack at a crucial energy flow node.
"Damn it! Damn it! Why can't you just submit!" After being attacked, Set-Apep let out an angry roar and instinctively shifted half a body to the right.
This seemingly insignificant shift exposed a fleeting flaw—just that half-step! The earthen mound under the Evil God's body suddenly became exposed outside the protective range of the Energy Barrier!
"Now!" Ian unhesitatingly seized this opportunity. The Raven's wings flapped fiercely, transforming into an almost invisible black line rushing towards that bulging mound.
The pitch-dark Raven.
As if traversing the most dangerous minefield.
At the moment of brushing past the tendril's tip, he precisely and unobstructedly slipped beneath the massive flesh mountain of the Evil God, into that abyss of writhing flesh and purplish-red glow. The closer he got to the target, the thicker the Chaos Energy in the air became, as if flying through viscous honey.
He could feel the terrible body of the Evil God suspended above him, like a meat mountain that might crush down at any moment, exuding a suffocating pressure.
Meanwhile, Isis also cooperated seamlessly in launching a support attack. The Ankh Cross in her hand radiated unprecedented brilliance, Life Energy surged like a tide towards the Evil God, forcing Set-Apep to concentrate on dealing with it. This granted Ian precious milliseconds.
Just as the Raven was about to touch the earthen mound, an anomaly arose.
An invisible force surged from the ground like a giant hand, clutching him tightly. Ian felt his Transformation Technique forcibly unraveling—the feathers shrank, the bird beak transformed, and the wings reshaped into arms. In the blink of an eye, he was involuntarily restored to human form, stumbling into the buried Temple.
"Suppression Domain?" Ian frowned as he sensed the surrounding environment. The energy field here was extremely peculiar, seemingly specifically targeted at all forms of Magic Transformation. This energy force field contained not only magic but other energies as well, rendering Ian's magic-immune Raven Form also helpless.
No time to hesitate. Ian took out the Magic Wand and cast a precise Excavation Spell at the ground.
"Rock Dissolution."
Where the Magic Wand pointed, the soil and rocks, along with the Evil God's flesh, melted like butter under heat, revealing the deeply buried structure beneath.
It was the dome of an ancient Temple, which should have been made of pristine marble, but now stained a bizarre flesh-pink. After finding a broken gap, Ian didn't hesitate to leap into it.
The internal scene made him gasp.
The interior of the Temple had been entirely assimilated by the Evil God's flesh. The walls were covered with a pulsating network of blood vessels, and the floor was layered with soft biological tissue, exuding a sticky liquid underfoot. The main hall that originally housed the idol had now turned into a massive chamber, the air filled with a sickly sweet stench.
The most horrifying were those "Ghost Brides"—dozens of women clad in tattered wedding dresses, their lower bodies had already merged with the walls, leaving only their upper torsos exposed. Their eyes were vacant, while their mouths kept opening and closing, emitting continuous wails.