After losing the ritual support of the Bell-Ringing Women, this patchwork "assembled god" body was quickly dismembered under the siege of seven hunters. Seizing the opportunity, Aoko Aozaki cast a Disintegration spell, blasting apart half of Kos's orphan body and bringing the battle to an end.
High above, the black nightmare mist that had obscured the blood moon dispersed once more, and the crimson glow illuminated the devastated Yahar'gul again. The ritual ground that had echoed with eerie prayers returned to silence. What made Pojue and Dingfeng Lianren's scalps tingle was that not a single person who had entered this place could be seen.
By then, it would no longer be merely a matter concerning City A. Perhaps everything would have to be reshuffled.
Thus, Li Fuquan was very wise and simply said, "All right, Teacher. If you say recruit five thousand, then I'll recruit five thousand."
If it had not been an accident, what had happened to Chu Yu after her death? Between him and Luo Bingyan, who had won?
Just then, the youth rose from his seat with a bright smile and, by sheer coincidence, blocked this foreseeable slaughter.
What would these servants think? They were all servants of the Zhan family. Perhaps they were hoping something would happen to her. If she went looking for them, who knew how they might mock her behind her back?
For some reason, she could not put this feeling into words, nor could it be described precisely. As a result, Su Yi instinctively resisted seeing Yue Hong.
The person was tied up in the innermost room and should have already passed out. Their eyes were still covered with black cloth, and their mouth was sealed with tape.
He naively believed that as long as Cang Hailing was no longer an obstacle,