The pale-purple bed curtains were patterned with flowers, the bed was covered with velvet bedding, the furniture was exquisite, the carpet soft and thick, and the lamps magnificent. Everything marked the owner's noble status.
Yet at this moment, the heavy scent of medicinal herbs mixed with the stench of rotting flesh and filled the entire room. Unrestrained, agonizing coughs rang out without pause. No matter how noble one's bloodline or status was, it was utterly useless before the plague.
09 Sub-Account Zhang Yang looked at the woman on the bed. Half her body had rotted away, yet she still clung to one last breath. He shook his head regretfully.
If he could, he truly wanted to save this woman—not merely because she was his fiancée, but also because marrying her would grant him control over most of an entire kingdom. That would be a tremendous help to his plans. But now, it seemed none of that was necessary anymore.
After leaving the room, 09 Sub-Account Zhang Yang let out a long sigh. The Xing Clan had cocooned itself, and of course, he had cocooned himself as well.
They had all thought they could use Witch Fire to guide Great Droplet here. They had not expected that although the guidance would succeed and truly force back some of the intentions of the 'Game' Ancient God for the time being, it would also successfully draw forth the power of Great Droplet's core.
A terrifying plague carrying an indescribable curse had erupted madly within a few days. It first polluted the Earth Veins, then the already tottering Heavenly Dao fell. The entire Xing Clan world had become Great Droplet's playground.
Even beings as powerful as Heavenly Gods could only cling to life.
His fiancée, whom he had spent hundreds of years scheming to