No one would believe their own eyes, nor did they want to.
The editor-in-chief of Elemental Forecast had always been a figure of great prestige. How could he possibly be involved in such filthy dealings?
Yet the situation left them no choice but to believe it. Beneath that human shell beat a heart dirtier than any Demon's.
Their newly appointed councilor, the priest they respected, the editor-in-chief who had published magical theories year after year—behind the scenes, he was actually this unbearable to behold.
At that moment, some people turned their attention toward the women still staggering around the square like madwomen.
Clearly,
these were playthings.
Especially when they looked toward the Human King's wife in the center, an icy chill rose unbidden in everyone's hearts.
Bold!
Far too bold.
No matter how beautiful the Human King's wife was, no matter how many covetous thoughts she inspired, she was still the Human King's woman, the face of the Human Race. How could anyone lay a hand on her?
Scum!
Scum stinkier than manure.
At that moment, they could almost picture how that delicate beauty had fallen step by step.
The room was luxurious, drenched in purple haze and golden splendor, yet those three photographs were unbearably glaring.
If possible, Li Ziran could have accepted this place belonging to the Corrupted Witch Doctor, but why did it have to be humans?
But Li Ziran was greatly disappointed. He had known about this kind of relationship long ago; it was neither here nor there.
What he needed were the Light Organs Andre had hidden away.
After drilling through several spaces in succession, he found none of what he had imagined.
Black Dragon's Claw sliced open another Teleportation Array. Inside was a clean room, its walls embedded with white tiles and its ceiling