"SPLAT—"
Lu Yuan took two steps forward, suddenly feeling as if he had stepped on something sticky and viscous.
Looking down, he realized that the entire factory floor was smeared with thick, fresh blood. There even seemed to be man-made channels carved into it, forming a massive, bizarre pattern.
The colossal shadow he had seen earlier was located right at the center of this pattern.
"Azaroth gotha'num..."
At this moment, a strange sound emanated from the center of the black fog. It sounded like some sort of spell, yet also like a loud interrogation.
Lu Yuan hadn't studied the ancient language used exclusively by the Crow God Sect, so he didn't understand the meaning of these bizarre words.
But his eyes flashed, and he opened his mouth to loudly repeat the phrase he had just heard.
"Azaroth gotha'num..."
"Uh..."
The speaker within the black fog was clearly startled.
Taking advantage of this momentary pause, Lu Yuan grinned, a flash of ruthlessness crossing his face.
