Within Fear Hell, Wu Heng's body seemed to be rapidly expanding, while the hell around him seemed to be continuously shrinking. In an instant, the entire hell had merged into his body.
His body replaced the Fear Hell that had been there before, as if he had been standing in that very spot all along.
He had arrived on the familiar street.
The scenes of Ron building a church that they had seen earlier had all been the Goat-Man Devil's doing. They were actually manifestations of its curse. At this moment, Anita and the others were still in their apartment, sitting together with grave expressions.
Jeff, in particular, was sighing repeatedly.
They were now like a group of wrongfully accused people awaiting judgment in court, with no idea what their fate would be. The world might be completely destroyed at any moment—perhaps even the very next second—and they might not even know how they died before they died.
"I think if anyone has any regrets, now's the time to bring them up—or take the time to do something about them." Kevin set his glass of water on the table and looked at his wife Caroline—more accurately, his ex-wife—with an eager gleam in his eyes.
Sensing his predatory gaze, Caroline said irritably, "I'm not in the mood for that right now."
His son gave him the middle finger, then turned to look at Tali beside him, his eyes full of affection.
"I want to visit my parents' graves one more time." Anita raised her hand.
"I only wish I could see the Satan Cult destroyed. Unfortunately, I'll probably never get the chance." Budiman, who had devoted his life to fighting the Satan Cult, raised his hand.
"Ever since I was in the service, I'd wanted to start a farm, but it