Lu Ning walked in the fog for two thousand years. When he emerged, he found the world seemed to be sick.
The sun grew tentacles, the planets were covered in flesh and blood, the moon grew num...
The others also came to their senses and nodded in agreement.
Just then, Lu Ning suddenly noticed something and looked towards the rooftop of a tall building in the distance.
"I'm afraid there won't be much time to recover."
The others also looked over.
On that rooftop, four figures stood.
The figure in the middle was the shortest, only a little over 1.7 meters tall.
He was a thin man with short, dark red hair, wearing a blood-red robe, and holding a book in his hand.
To the left of the man was a tall, dark-haired man, also dressed in a blood-red robe, holding a large white bone hammer.
To the man's right was a white-haired woman, also dressed in a blood-red robe. She had a smile on her face and seemed somewhat arrogant.
Beside these three people dressed in blood-red robes was a distorted monster.
This monster has several heads growing from different parts of its body.
The head in the very center was Li Fu's. Besides Li Fu's, Lu Ning also saw Karen's head, as well as the heads of several other action team leaders.
In addition, there were the heads of several people that Lu Ning did not recognize.
They were not absorbed by the monsters underground, unlike the other flesh-and-blood monsters.
Upon seeing the blood-red robe, Nan Yu's expression immediately turned serious.
“The Crimson Cult… I was wondering why I hadn’t seen any of you trash.”
The gaunt man in the center had a cold expression, his eyes filled with cruelty and hatred: "If it weren't for you, my Lord's avatar would have become even more powerful, and He would have led us to establish a new divine kingdom of flesh and blood!"
"Why can't you just be eaten by my lord? It would be an honor for you."