The sky was dark, and rain drizzled gently.
Under the clock tower, nearly a hundred people were suppressed by a powerful Dao Thought domain, their kneecaps crackling as they half-kneeled on the ground.
Some students were so terrified, trembling, with liquid seeping out under their pants into the rainwater.
Some couples hugged each other in fear, eyes shut tight, not daring to look up at the Holy Realm being atop the clock tower.
Some teachers holding their children looked up at the bloody sky with eyes full of wild hatred.
Nian Gengcheng overlooked the crowd in the square and frowned when no one responded:
"What, is no one willing to join this great cause?"
Swa swa swa——
Only the light breeze of the rain curtain drifted in this deathly silent hell.
"Troublesome, recruiting believers is much harder now than before." The suit-clad young man shook his head and sighed, having killed around Weiyang Academy, he only found two willing to join Burning Heaven.
