After the death of the God of Senluo, it rarely rains at this sacrificial arena.
But tonight's rain is so heavy, it's as if it's trying to bury everything.
Ivana curled up in the mud pit, letting the heavy rain wash away the blood on her body, her gaze like a few burnt-out coals, with no hint of flame.
Her hopes and life are fading away.
Why is this world like this?
She couldn't help thinking.
What did they do wrong?
Ivana couldn't understand.
And just at that moment, the corpse beside her suddenly moved, and then Nick, who should have been killed by Ade, staggered to his feet.
"Ah, too many unexpected things have happened." Nick sighed softly, "Who would've thought his consciousness could last until now, a phenomenon never seen before, forcing us to pay a higher price than anticipated... but fortunately, the outcome hasn't changed."
Ivana looked at Nick, her lips slightly moved.
