These people were still behaving relatively normally, but some had already become nearly insane.
Outside a latrine, a man arrived with bloodshot eyes.
His belly was already swollen from eating, yet he seemed utterly unsatisfied.
His nose twitched wildly as he sniffed around. He seemed to have caught some scent?
His gaze involuntarily turned toward the latrine, madness glinting in his eyes as he rushed inside.
The sounds of swallowing rang out from time to time, accompanied by satisfied smacking noises.
Elsewhere, a frenzied slaughter was unfolding.
A man brandished a kitchen cleaver, hacking madly at his own family.
One by one, his relatives fell screaming into pools of blood, yet he continued chopping in a frenzy.
Only after he had chopped them all into a pulp did he weep and laugh, seeming incomparably delighted, yet also incomparably anguished.
Terrifying scenes, despairing scenes, played out incessantly throughout the entire city.
Li Qing watched silently. He had no favorable impression of the people of the East Wasteland, for they were an alien race that regarded the people of the Central Plains' Nine Provinces as food.
As the saying went, those not of our kind are sure to harbor different hearts.
Li Qing felt even less hesitation when killing them.
As he watched the scenes unfolding across the entire kingdom, a thought suddenly arose in his heart.
"What exactly is distortion?"
"Among all the aberrant and distorted phenomena I have seen, everyone falls into madness and undergoes mutation."
"But my power contains none of that madness."
"Yet I can still drive these people mad, turn them inhuman, and even destroy their minds."
"In a sense, I am the source of their mutation."
"My Wish Spell alone has made it inevitable for them to become like this."
"Perhaps even without substances that cause