About an hour passed.
In this vast plain, an old man walked out slowly, looking at the almost endless wasteland, on which there were still traces of golden light and breath left after the strange explosion.
"What a sin... I've waited for so many years, how can it just disappear like that?"
The old man casually grabbed the air, and wisps of air floated in his palm like entities.
"One... two... three... what's going on? So many of them are halfway to destroying the city. Should we join forces to defeat it?"
The old man paused, his face, which could not be seen clearly under the black robe, was obviously stunned.
"Something's wrong. When did this group of self-righteous, arrogant, and weird people work together like this? If they could really cooperate, those stinky foxes wouldn't have grown to the power they have today."
The old man rejected the idea of the three half-step city destroyers to work together to defeat the strange golden light.
As soon as the other idea arose, it was rejected by the old man.
That is, humans contracted three half-step city destroyers to destroy the strange golden light.
"Humans are nothing but ants. So far, I'm afraid even those who have broken the contract haven't appeared. How could there be three half-step city destroyers?"
The old man gently let go, and the aura dissipated instantly.
When it turned around, it suddenly felt a hair itching the tip of its nose, so it scratched it again with its hand.
A strand of gold thread, only one centimeter long and as wide as a hair, lay in the palm of his hand.
"Oh? Not dead yet? Two bodies, two bodies... maybe one of them escaped."
"That's interesting. If you survive a disaster, there will be good fortune in the future. Let's keep watching."
As it spoke, it stuffed the strand of gold into its arms.
Along with the gold thread, there was also a foul-smelling yellow smell that made people feel sick just by looking at it.
But the old man placed it in the deepest place, together with the golden thread that was almost touching the threshold of the city's destruction. It was even more important than the golden thread.
When the old man looked away from his arms, he didn't notice...
Its foul-smelling yellow breath moved very slightly in the direction where Lin Fan left.
It was as if there was some deep hatred, so deep that even the instinct of breathing...
Everyone wants to kill Lin Fan!
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