The rising dust from the ground intertwined incessantly with the drizzling rain.
Boom.
A damaged Daoist temple collapsed into ruins, and the Sword Ghost exposed to the rainfall disintegrated into scattered fragments within a few breaths.
Only the blood-curdling screams echoed, chilling to the bone.
Zhi Mountain Temple, located relatively close to Purple Sun Palace in the northwest district, remained entirely intact thanks to the protection of the Tattooed Beast.
"Troubled times."
Li Mo shook his head in silence.
As the moment of the Destiny Knowing Stage Death Disease approached, the frequency of organ activation grew more and more frequent, especially for the six viscera, which sprouted inexplicable and grotesque facial features every few days.
The internal organs muttered to themselves intermittently, even testing the limits of Li Mo's patience.
