Chapter 1721: Table manners
The voice was clear, yet devoid of any emotional fluctuation, just like Qin Ran's calm expression.
The pale-faced ascetic's body stiffened, as though he had been frozen solid.
The prophet who had collapsed into tears no longer wailed aloud, but his quiet sobbing was even more pitiful than before.
The two people who knew quite a few Secrets could only react instinctively as they looked at Qin Ran standing before them.
As for anything more?
Simply holding back their trembling was already enough.
The ascetic, who had been pulled along by the prophet to share the vision of the "prophecy," looked at the desolate wilderness before him, shrouded in pitch-black darkness, and felt despair rising layer by layer within him.
Because he could see what that darkness was.
It was not natural darkness.
Nor was it darkness belonging to ordinary supernatural forces.
What lay there was Devouring!
The terror of devouring everything.
The black monster was lazy and arrogant, yet it made no attempt to conceal its hunger. Like a lofty god, it looked down upon everything in the mortal world.
And it regarded it all with utter disdain.
The ascetic only kept himself from bending over by gritting his teeth.
But that was already his limit.
When a glimmer of Flame appeared in the distance, the ascetic promptly collapsed onto the ground.
A Lava Demon appeared in his widened eyes.
It was different from the black monster.
This Lava Demon radiated a violent, chaotic aura from head to toe.
It had not even truly drawn near.
Yet he had already discovered that his mind was being polluted, and Aberration whispers began echoing beside his ears.
Even more terrifyingly...
He could not stop the change.
The ascetic finally understood why his friend had broken down and