The Eldest Young Master of the Li Family, Li Mutian, felt as if he witnessed a live-action version of Resident Evil.
The swarm of crows took no time to devour every last citizen of Tianshu City.
The so-called temple that could provide them shelter never opened its doors from start to finish, let alone offered a savior to step out and play hero.
Tianshu Street was suddenly covered in white bones.
The bones all pointed towards the temple.
The crows continued to hover in the sky, low and murmuring, casting a chilling unease.
Li Mutian never imagined that he would personally witness such an upheaval-inducing spectacle, from the earth-shattering cries to the abrupt silence—all in the span of an incense stick's time.
Li Mutian's face turned ashen, his expression one of grief as he looked at the unarmed, pitiable people below.
"Damn it, who is so cruel and ruthless? If you've got guts, go challenge those gods; is attacking these people the only thing you're capable of?"
