Wu Liang's advance was completely unstoppable.
All the bodies in the village that were still conscious were slaughtered by him one after another, chopped into pieces all over the ground, causing an appalling sight.
Thus, he moved forward relentlessly to the shrine.
He looked up at this place he hadn't been to in who knows how many years—
Blue bricks and black tiles, with climbing ivy hanging down the walls, complementing the shrine's tranquil environment, the door three meters high and two meters wide, extraordinarily large, with a plaque above inscribed in gold with the words "Merciful Salvation."
The stone pillars around the hall are engraved with exquisite patterns, and the altar of dark wood is still filled with a large amount of offerings and burning incense candles, even the air is filled with the scent of the incense.
"Ha, everyone has always been so devout, respecting the God Buddha." Wu Liang said disdainfully.
