The sight before them.
It was as if the ground had shattered and hell itself had descended.
Strangely, the disaster did not spread outward. It merely engulfed the palace completely.
The raging flames cast everyone's faces crimson.
Every believer wore an expression of extreme terror.
After believing in the faith for so many years, this was the first time they truly felt that the gods existed. Unfortunately, it was a terrifying punishment.
This fully proved that the Chief Saintess, whom they considered nearly perfect, had truly committed an act of betrayal against the gods.
The faith in the hearts of countless believers began to collapse, then rebuild, over and over again.
Ye Rou, standing at the very front, had his face illuminated by the firelight as well.
But his expression was different from everyone else's.
Having exerted too much force, the corners of his mouth twisted viciously. His face was filled with ferocity and malice, and an almost imperceptible chuckle continued to rise from his throat.
He swept his gaze over the believers around him, each one distraught, some even weeping bitterly.
Ye Rou knew that this time, there would be no more twists. The new Holy Son could be none other than him!
As time passed, Harappa Palace had completely turned to ashes.
The scene ahead grew ever more horrifying.
The flames weakened, and the lava cooled and blackened, like enormous spikes thrust into the ground.
Yet Ye Rou's expression shifted ever so slightly.
Judging by the dosage of chemicals he had deployed, the flames should have gone out ten minutes ago!
Not far away, Leip's heart was in turmoil. He muttered doubtfully, "With a fire this brutal, even if you didn't die, you should have been crippled, right?"
"May Brahma bless us."
"May Vishnu bless us."
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