"Ye!"
The City God looked toward Jiang Qiao and Yang Ling, his tone carrying the majesty of one looking down upon all living things.
The Yellow Springs surged.
Waves towered into the sky.
The abandoned city, the ruined Ancient Temple, and the gloomy underground palace intertwined at this moment. They no longer alternated in clearly distinct illusions, but completely fused into one.
Rumble!
The black ledger recording merits and transgressions was opened.
Across the yellowed pages, rows of twisted writing had all been embroidered with the hair of the dead.
"Your crimes are unforgivable!"
"You shall receive punishment!"
It was as though a lofty god had delivered the ultimate judgment upon ants prostrated on the ground—declaring them guilty and sentencing them to punishment.
There was no testimony.
There was no evidence.
No appeals were permitted.
Words Manifest Reality. With the law of Heaven in his mouth, he was the law itself!
"Pfft!"
The City God swept a finger across the page.
Clusters of sparks burst into flames.
The words formed from hair immediately charred and curled, revealing countless heads writhing madly beneath them.
Buzz—!
A Great Terror!
An unprecedented Great Terror!
A Great Terror bringing catastrophic ruin!
Jiang Qiao's consciousness issued frantic warnings. A deadly crisis, like standing beneath a collapsing building, surged into his heart!
Certain death!
There was absolutely no chance of survival!
Ten deaths, no life!
The despair of life reaching its end crashed against his soul like a tsunami.
It was not only him.
Yang Ling, standing beside him, had also gone pale.
He gripped the jade Ruyi tightly.
"Is he preparing to summon the consciousness of a powerful expert to descend?" Yang Ling had cultivated the Art of Talismans in the Daoist sect, so he could naturally see at a glance what Jiang Qiao was