"Chaos and disorder, yin and yang intermingled..."
The Bamboo Pole Man chuckled in a low voice. His tone was sinister and venomous, carrying an inexplicable delight.
"I like it very much."
"I enjoy it immensely."
"All Awakened should die."
"Every time I slowly kill their relatives and friends right in front of them, I get incredibly excited. When I tear their consciousness away, they either lose all hope or curse me in resentment..."
"Very interesting."
"Isn't it?"
"Pain... is truly a very interesting thing..."
As he spoke.
He could not help closing his eyes.
An intoxicated look appeared on his face.
The evil spirits filling the sky had all been created from the consciousnesses of Awakened. And the so-called Fierce Sha Energy had been condensed from the relatives and friends of the Awakened.
To him.
Nothing could have been more suitable.
"Hehehehe."
"You really are an old pervert."
The robust woman laughed.
"But your teacher was even more perverted. He actually researched a way to refine supernatural phenomena and return them to chaos."
"And he even passed it on to you."
"Although that old thing is already dead, at least his legacy lives on."
"Hehehehe!"
The woman seemed to have thought of something very amusing and could not stop laughing.
"Hmph!"
"That old thing did have some ability."
The man sneered.
"So it was good that he died."
"Hehe."
"After his death, I'm the only one who knows this craft."
At this point.
He said regretfully, "It's just that he died too soon. There are still things I haven't learned. That old bastard—why didn't he wait until he had taught me everything before dying?"
"He really deserved to die!"
While the two were talking, the small town had already met with a calamity of destruction.
Twisting.
Chaos.
Disorder.
Jiang Qiao