Why are you looking at him like that?
Xie Lian was bewildered as he heard someone whisper, "It seems so..."
"It's not like...it's exactly the same!"
"Is it really him?"
Someone asked directly: "Are you... that, the prince?"
Xie Lian blurted out subconsciously, “I’m not…”
However, before he could finish his words, he discovered that the white silk he had used to conceal his true face had been removed at some point. Now, it was that same silk that bound him. His face was now exposed before everyone.
Xie Lian's heart was in his throat, and he gritted his teeth as he met those gazes.
He didn't know if it was his mind, but he felt like everyone was looking at him strangely. Fortunately, however, perhaps because of the crisis, their gazes didn't contain the disgust or anger he'd imagined. And the reason he felt this way was because the next moment, an inhuman howl erupted from outside the temple!
Xie Lian strained his head and discovered that the screams were from the very victims of the Human-Faced Plague he had knocked down. They had risen again, now several times their number, and surrounded the Prince's Palace. Holding hands, they formed a circle, circling the palace as they screamed, like some terrifying ritual, or perhaps a pure demonic dance. Everyone inside the palace flinched in fear, and even young children burst into tears, their parents clutching them, shielding their eyes and ears. Terror filled every face: "What should we do? What should we do?"
"Will these people rush in..."
"Even if they don't rush in, will we get sick with them being so close? What if we get that disease?!"
Xie Lian struggled hard, but couldn't get any loose at all. It seemed the white silk had been tampered with, perhaps infused with magical power. He struggled until veins bulged on his forehead, and roared, "Bai Wuxiang!"
No one answered, but a cold hand patted the top of his head. Xie Lian was startled, his hair standing on end. He turned his head to look, and half of his scalp instantly went numb.
No wonder the people below looked at him with such strange eyes. Not only because his face was exposed, but also because Bai Wuxiang was sitting in the darkness behind him!
In front of such a strange man in white, no one dared to breathe, let alone act rashly. The result was that Bai Wuxiang ignored them and helped Xie Lian up in full view of everyone.
Xie Lian went from lying down to sitting, sitting on his altar, like a bound living statue. He could only move his eyes and head, and other than that, he could do almost nothing.
While the scene was eerie, the howling victims of the Human-Faced Plague outside were still far more terrifying. Everyone's gaze quickly returned to the outside. Someone murmured, "...I've heard it, I've heard it, people living in the same area can infect each other. This disease spreads very quickly! With such close proximity, such a short distance, we're definitely, definitely!"
Thinking that they might be stricken with that horrific plague, the hall was filled with despair and panic. One person said, "How about we get a few people to rush out and kill these weirdos, while the rest of us run away?"
But, regardless of whether anyone rushing out like this could kill so many monsters, if they rushed in to fight, they would inevitably contract the human face plague. This would mean sacrificing themselves to save everyone else. Who would be willing to go when it was clear they were going to die? No one would.
Xie Lian wanted to, but he was currently controlled by Bai Wuxiang. He could probably take down seven or eight people with one move, but with seventeen or eighteen, there were bound to be some who slipped through the net. Someone with the plague would always take advantage of the gaps and rush into the Prince's Temple. As for killing Bai Wuxiang outright? Forget it; it was wishful thinking.
However, someone had to calm everyone down. Xie Lian calmed himself down and said, "Everyone, don't panic! It won't be that fast. We still have time to figure out a solution."
However, simply assuring people that "it won't happen so soon" is not enough to reassure them.
It was Bai Wuxiang who broke this despair. Suddenly, he said, "The human face plague can be isolated and cured."
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone looked up suddenly and asked, "Can it be cured? How?!"
Xie Lian's heart suddenly sank. Bai Wuxiang said leisurely, "Ask the Crown Prince. He knows the solution."
Then, a hundred pairs of eyes turned to Xie Lian once again. Those gazes stung him, causing him to shrink back, but Bai Wuxiang blocked them and pushed them back. Several people asked hopefully, "Your Highness, do you really know?"
Before Xie Lian could reply, someone excitedly said, "I heard someone say he knows!"
Some people also wondered: "If he knew, then why did the emperor still...? If he knew, wouldn't he tell others?"
"Your Highness, please tell us quickly? Huh?
Xie Lian quickly denied it, "I don't know!"
Bai Wuxiang said, "You are lying."
Xie Lian was furious and wanted to refute him, but he was afraid Bai Wuxiang would say something more. He had a premonition that Bai Wuxiang would tell him, whether he admitted it or not. After struggling for a long time, he said helplessly, "There is no way... There is no way. It's useless!"
After being stunned for a moment, the crowd began to stir again: "What do you mean by 'useless'? How can we know if it's useful if you don't tell us?"
Cold sweat streamed down his forehead, and Xie Lian thought to himself, "I really can't say..."
Can’t say!
Once it gets out, it will all be over, everything will be messed up!
Someone couldn't stand it any longer and stood up and said, "It's already a matter of life and death. What can't be said? Isn't it that we're all waiting to die here together?"
Bai Wuxiang said gently, "Let me tell you."
Xie Lian shouted angrily, “Shut up!”
His scolding naturally had no deterrent effect at all. Bai Wuxiang turned a deaf ear to him and said, "Do you know who suffers the least from the human face plague inside and outside the imperial city?"
Everyone looked at him tremblingly. Although they didn't dare to get close, they had no choice but to ask, "Who, who is it?"
Bai Wuxiang said, "Soldier."
It's over.
Bai Wuxiang continued, "Why soldiers? Because most soldiers did one thing. This was something ordinary people didn't do, and that's why they contracted the human-faced plague."
Everyone's eyes widened, not daring to swallow, and asked, "That thing, is...?"
Xie Lian charged at him, but it was a futile effort. Bai Wuxiang laughed heartily and slapped him back, saying, "What is it?"
He said quietly, "Murder."
It’s over! ! !
He had indeed spoken it out. Xie Lian collapsed on the altar, his heart sinking like an icy cave. After a while, several people were shocked and said, "...Kill people? Kill people to avoid illness? Kill people to cure it?"
"You must be kidding!"
Desperately, no! It's not a lie!
This was absolutely true. Xie Lian had personally confirmed that anyone whose hands had been stained with blood or whose life had been lost could not contract the Human Face Plague!
No one had expected the immunity condition to be this. They were all stunned and asked, "Does this make sense?"
"I've always found it strange. It seems... I've never heard of anyone in the army getting sick with the virus! I guess it's true!"
“It’s true!”
"But does this mean that in order to avoid getting sick, we have to kill people first?!"
"Kill who?"
The person who asked this question was immediately attacked: "What do you mean by 'kill someone'? Do you really want to kill someone?"
The man suddenly stopped talking. But in those hundred pairs of eyes, besides the pure fear and helplessness just now, there was something else, something extremely subtle and strange.
This was the situation Xie Lian least wanted to see. Once the method of immunity to the Human Face Plague was exposed to the world, another inevitable event would occur.
Kill each other!
This is why Xie Lian, having discovered the method of immunity, never dared to tell anyone. If killing someone could protect them from the Human Face Plague, most people would restrain themselves, but there would always be those desperate enough to take the risk. And once someone committed the first murder to gain immunity, it would soon be followed by a second, a third, and so on...
There will be more and more imitators, and eventually the world will be in chaos. In this case, it is better to keep it a secret from the beginning so that no one knows!
Xie Lian smiled bitterly and said, "Now you understand why I said this method is useless."
Everyone was silent. Xie Lian sighed, forced himself to breathe, and said, "No matter what, don't panic. Don't act rashly, or you'll fall into this thing's trap."
There was a couple who looked respectable and elegant downstairs. The woman was holding her child and sobbing, "How could this happen? Why did it have to be like this? Why did it have to be us? We didn't do anything!"
Someone nearby said irritably, "Cry, cry, cry, why are you crying? You just cry! Everyone here has done nothing wrong! Are you the only one who's unlucky?"
The woman's husband said angrily, "Why, you won't let me cry anymore?"
"What's the point of just crying and annoying people? Shut up!"
They were actually arguing over such a trivial matter. It could only be said that everyone's emotions were on the verge of collapse, ready to explode. Xie Lian said, "Stop arguing! Calm down! Only by being calm can we find a solution!"
The more they were told to calm down, the more excited they became: "Why calm down? How can you stay calm in this situation? You should calm down, think of a solution? What can you do?"
"..." Xie Lian was speechless. What could he do?
No!
He tried his best to think, and even when his brain was about to explode, he still couldn't think of any way to resolve the current situation!
Suddenly, he felt his cheek tighten. A hand grasped his face, twisting it around so that he was facing the crowd below the altar. Xie Lian's eyes widened, unsure of what this meant. A cold voice echoed behind him, "Kill who? After seeing this face, don't you know who to kill?"
“…”
As soon as these words were spoken, not only the people on and below the altar, but even the ghost fire hanging in the air froze.
Bai Wuxiang said gently: "Have you forgotten? He is a god. In other words -"
Before he finished speaking, Xie Lian suddenly felt a chill in his chest.
After a moment of silence, he looked down and saw a pitch-black sword blade piercing through his lower abdomen.
The sword had a slender body, and the whole body was as deep as black jade. The sword heart was slender and silver, and the sword edge was like a stream of light in the cold night. It was definitely a rare sword. In the past, Xie Lian would definitely try every means to collect it and love it so much.
Xie Lian stared at it for a long moment before the sword slowly withdrew and disappeared back into his abdomen. Bai Wuxiang continued, "—He is immortal."
Before anyone could react, Bai Wuxiang swung the sword. With a clang, the sword's tip sank into the ground, sticking diagonally into the earth. Before the eyes of countless people, it quietly exuded a layer of deep chill.
A surge of blood rushed up his throat, and the ghostly fire rushed in front of him, as if trying to stifle his wound. Xie Lian choked on the bloody energy and gritted his teeth, "You...you!"
His eyes blurred slightly, and the ghost fire suddenly went crazy and rushed towards Bai Wuxiang, but was caught and locked in his palm, saying, "Watch it."
As he spoke, he used his other hand to twist Xie Lian's face even harder and said, "What? Didn't you claim to save the world?"
Xie Lian said, “But!!! But I, I…”
But he had never thought of using this method to save her in this situation?!
Some people below the shrine were already frightened to tears by the bloody scene, while others were still brave enough to watch: "...He...he really won't die?!"
"Really... Look, he didn't bleed much... He's still alive and well!"
Xie Lian suddenly coughed violently. Then he heard someone say, "So, even if we kill him, he won't die?!"
"Very good!"
The man who said it was good was scolded again: "What's good about it? What's good about it?"
The man being scolded stammered, "Since he won't die even if he's killed... then there's a solution."
"But stabbing someone with a sword is too..."
"But he's a god, right? Even if he gets stabbed, he won't die, right? We're just ordinary people. If we get the human-faced plague, we'll definitely die!"
There was a quarrel below, and Bai Wuxiang said, "The people are waiting for your salvation right here. Please."
Xie Lian's eyes blazed with rage as he said, "The only way to save humanity is to destroy this monster of yours!"
Bai Wuxiang sneered twice and said, "What's wrong? Prince, weren't you very confident that you wouldn't die? Why are you scared now? You're not going to die anyway, so why not sacrifice yourself and relieve others' suffering?"
Xie Lian spat, “Is that what you were planning? Do you think everyone in the world is as shady as you?”
Indeed, many of the people below didn't look ecstatic at finally being rescued, but rather hesitant, vaguely divided into factions, unable to reach a consensus. Furthermore, no one dared to move the black sword. As if understanding his thoughts, Bai Wuxiang laughed out loud, shook his head, and sighed, "Silly child, silly child."
Xie Lian turned his head away to stop him from filming, and yelled, “Get lost!”
Bai Wuxiang said, "Do you think that's because they don't want to take action? You're wrong. It's not that they don't want to take action, they just don't want to be the first to do it."
“Ahhhhhh!”
Suddenly there was a scream from under the altar, and the woman from the elegant couple cried out, "My child, my child!"
The child in her arms cried uncontrollably, and a few uneven dark shadows appeared faintly on her chubby arms. The people around her immediately left their seats and shouted, "Oh no! The child is infected!!!"
The couple looked distraught. They exchanged a glance, then stood up and walked to the altar. They pulled up the black sword from the ground, let the child hold it in his hand, gritted their teeth, and stabbed at Xie Lian.
“……!”
The black sword was truly incomparably sharp. Just as Xie Lian felt another sharp pain in his abdomen, the couple had already pulled the sword out of his abdomen and dropped it to the ground with a clang. “I’m sorry… Our child is still young, there’s really… nothing we can do. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry…”
They apologized, kowtowed several times to Xie Lian with pale faces, and returned to the crowd with the child in their arms. Xie Lian's throat was thick with blood, and he was about to vomit when he suddenly heard Bai Wuxiang chuckle from the side.
He gritted his teeth and swallowed the blood, saying, "What are you laughing at? Do you think you saw what you wanted to see? This is all because of you!"
The ball of ghostly fire in Bai Wuxiang's palm burned even more fiercely. He said slowly, "Only when people are forced will their true colors be revealed."
Among the hundred people, there was already one person who no longer had to fear the human face plague. The black mark on the child's arm gradually disappeared, and the onlookers swallowed and said nothing.
After a long while, in the dead silence, another young man stood up.
He gritted his teeth and approached the altar. He bowed several times and said weakly, "I'm sorry. I didn't want to do this. I really didn't want to do this, but I really couldn't help it. I just got married not long ago, and my mother and wife are still waiting for me at home..."
As he was speaking, he couldn't continue. He closed his eyes, drew out the black sword, and stabbed it fiercely at Xie Lian.
However, because he had his eyes closed, the sword went astray and only stabbed Xie Lian's side. He opened his eyes and realized that this position was not fatal, so he drew his sword in a panic, and with trembling hands, stabbed again!
Xie Lian gritted his teeth and remained silent. Even after being stabbed twice, he only groaned and a mouthful of blood flowed from his lips.
He certainly won't die, but that doesn't mean he won't feel pain if he gets hurt.
The sound of every inch of flesh being churned by the sharp weapon, the feeling of every bone being scraped, all made him feel excruciating pain, almost driving him crazy. In this respect, he was no different from an ordinary person.
The second man also left after stabbing, but this time he didn't kowtow. His face was a mixture of guilt and joy at having survived, and it was hard to tell which was more important. After he left, the crowd returned to dead silence.
After a long moment, a few more people hesitated and tried to stand up. I wondered what excuse they would use this time. Before they could get up, someone suddenly said, "I really can't bear to watch this anymore."
Everyone looked in the direction of the voice, and Xie Lian also looked up, his face pale. The one who spoke was surprisingly the street performer. He said, "You did whatever that monster told you to do? I think he's just talking nonsense. Even if he wasn't talking nonsense, he wouldn't die, so you guys aren't killing people?"
Several people nearby said, "Brother, don't you see what time it is? Everyone is going to die!"
The street performer said, "I'm here too. Am I dying just as well? Did I do anything?"
Several people were choked by his words. After a while, someone said, "Judging from your appearance, you don't have any elderly or children at home, right? One person's food feeds the whole family. Many people here have families to support. How can they compare with you?"
The street performer pointed at the couple who had gone up first and said, "I don't have a wife or son. If I did, I'd rather die than let my son watch me do something like this, let alone teach him how to do it. I think if your son grows up to be a bad kid, it'll all be because of you, his parents. Why didn't you let your son stab you with a sword when you had no other choice?"
The woman covered her face and wept bitterly, saying, "Don't curse my son! Curse me instead!" The husband angrily shouted, "Are you talking like a human being? You want my son to kill his father and mother? You have no regard for human ethics!"
The street performer, who probably didn't understand the meaning of disregarding human ethics, said, "Killing anyone doesn't matter. You're showing some integrity by letting your son kill you. Besides, why don't you just kill that weird-looking guy in the mask?"
Hearing this, Bai Wuxiang laughed heartily. Everyone was filled with both fear and anger, fear directed at this monster, anger directed at this street performer. They all lowered their voices and shouted, "You...! Shut up!"
What if I anger this monster?
The street performer said, "Oh, you don't dare to kill the worst villain, so you stab others?"
Perhaps annoyed at being mocked by such a rough guy, someone couldn't help but say, "This brother has been talking for so long, and I thought he had some brilliant ideas. But then I looked at his face, and it looked like death, completely devoid of blood. I guess he doesn't have many days left to live before he can be so brazen as to accuse others. With such righteous words, why don't you sacrifice yourself and help us out?"
The street performer said, "I don't want to sacrifice myself, but no one wants to sacrifice themselves. Who wants to? Do you want to? Do you want to? But at least I won't stab others."
Someone said, "He's different."
"What's the difference?"
"He's a god! He said he would save the world. And, he won't die!"
The street performer wanted to speak, but Xie Lian couldn't hold it in any longer. He coughed softly and said, "Brother, brother! This brother!"
After being struck by several swords, he spoke, his voice weaker than usual. The street performer turned around, and Xie Lian said gratefully, "Thank you! But... never mind."
If he continued, someone might hit him. Xie Lian remembered that this man had suffered such severe internal injuries because of his previous competition with him. He felt guilty and said again, "Thank you! Is the injury on your chest from the stone shattering last time healed?"
The big man shouted, "Ah? What did you say? What's wrong with me? Breaking rocks with my chest is my specialty!"
Seeing this man, despite being in such a predicament, still refusing to lose face, practically spitting blood while saying, "I'm totally fine," Xie Lian couldn't help but want to laugh. Suddenly, someone pointed at the street performer and yelled, "It's a seizure! It's a seizure!"
Xie Lian was startled, and so was the street performer. Following the guidance of the others, he touched his face and, as expected, he felt something uneven on it!
The people around him immediately moved several feet away. Xie Lian opened his mouth, wanting the street performer to come over. But what if he came over? Would he also give him a fatal blow?
He was a little speechless.
Just as he was hesitating, the street performer rubbed his face a few more times and walked out of the temple. Seeing this, Xie Lian blurted out, "Where are you going? Come back! If you don't get treatment, it will relapse!"
The street performer took off running, shouting, "I'm not coming back! I said I'm not going to do this anymore..." In a moment, he was gone. The strange people surrounding the Prince's Temple probably knew he was one of their kind, so they didn't try to stop him. Xie Lian called out several times, but he finally disappeared from sight. Everyone in the audience shouted, "It's over! He's gone!"
"This idiot! He'll have an attack wherever he goes. It's too late! He's already infected!"
"He...isn't he planning to go down the mountain and kill someone?"
However, the big man's previous words had stifled everyone in the hall. For a long time, no one dared to raise the black sword to stab Xie Lian. The situation remained at a stalemate.
Xie Lian didn't know whether to be happy, worried, or afraid. More importantly, he had no idea what to do next. He was trying to sort out his thoughts when someone suddenly stood up and said, "Can I have a word?"
It was a middle-aged man. Xie Lian looked up and found him familiar, but he couldn't place where he had seen him before. As he pondered, he heard the man say, "To be honest, he robbed me before!"
“…”
It turned out to be that person!!!
Everyone was stunned: "Robbery?"
"Isn't he the prince? Isn't he a god? Robbery?"
The man said, "Absolutely true."
"So? What do you want to say?"
The man said, "Nothing, I just want to remind everyone that he has robbed before!" After saying that, he shrank back.
After these words, the entire hall fell silent. That one sentence seemed to have planted a dark seed in their hearts.
Robbery...
Suddenly, another scream was heard from below, and someone said, "My legs, my legs, seem... a little strange!"
here we go again? !
Unexpectedly, more than one person was hurt. Almost at the same time, another person also shouted: "Me too! My back! Please help me check my back!"
No one dared to approach these two people, so one of them pulled up his trouser legs and the other took off his shirt. After everyone saw their bodies clearly, they all burst into screams of terror.
The human faces on these two people have actually been fully formed!
"How can it grow so fast?!"
"Have you forgotten? We have been staying here for quite some time!"
“But why didn’t they realize it themselves?!”
"It's not in a conspicuous place, and it's just a little itchy. How could I have known it would be like this!"
"It's over, it's over. Have we grown up too?"
"Quick! Everyone, check! Check your bodies!"
The Crown Prince's Palace was in chaos. Upon inspection, screams rang out one after another. Sure enough! Many people had already had human faces appearing on them, but they hadn't noticed. By the time they realized it, those faces were already fully formed!
The strange people outside the Crown Prince's Palace seemed to sense something and began dancing even more wildly, holding hands. Inside the palace, an atmosphere of panic quickly spread. Xie Lian's heart was pounding so hard it threatened to burst out of his chest.
He remembered that the outbreak of the human face plague was not so fast. Why did it happen so quickly?
Bai Wuxiang, of course it’s Bai Wuxiang!
He suddenly looked at the instigator who was watching coldly from the sidelines. Before he could speak, he suddenly jumped up, took a few deep breaths, and said with red eyes, "You...you are a god, you are the prince, and you actually robbed?"
Xie Lian was slightly confused, not knowing why he would bring up this matter at this critical moment. He said, “I…”
The man interrupted him, "We worshipped you like that, and what did you do? Robbery! What did you bring? Plague!"
The plague he brought?
Xie Lian was stunned: "...Me? Not me?! I just..."
However, at this moment, everyone's patience has reached its limit.
Nearly a hundred people, their eyes red, gathered around him. The one closest to him pulled out the black sword stuck diagonally in the ground. Xie Lian suddenly held his breath.
The man held the black sword with trembling hands, and said tremblingly: "You...you want to make amends, right? You want to atone for your sins, right?"
The cold light of the black sword shone, and Xie Lian's fear reached its peak at this moment.
There are so many people. If each of them stabbed him with this sword, what would become of him in the end?
He was more afraid than just the thought of being stabbed to pieces, of being turned into a pulp. He had a vague feeling that if he let them do this, there might be something inside him that he could never recover from.
Thinking of this, Xie Lian couldn't help but blurt out, "Save..."
However, before he could even utter the cry of "Help," the cold black sword pierced his body once again. Xie Lian's eyes widened instantly.
The incomparably sharp black sword thrust in and out, and then someone else took over, stabbing in with the next sword almost seamlessly. The sound locked in Xie Lian's throat finally gave way, and he let out a long, painful scream.
The scream was so shrill that it frightened everyone around him. Someone closed their eyes, turned away, and said, "...Stop him screaming. Let's move quickly and end this quickly!"
Xie Lian felt someone gag him, holding down his arms and legs, and instructing him, "Hold him down and don't let him roll off. And don't miss the target; if you don't hit a vital spot, it won't count!"
"Line up one by one, don't rush! I told you not to rush, I was here first!"
"Where is the fatal spot? How do I know if it counts?"
"Anyway, stab them in the heart, throat, and abdomen!"
"If you're not sure whether you've hit a fatal spot, stab again!"
"No! If you prick too much, where will others start to attack?"
The initial hesitation and reluctance gradually vanished as time went on, and their movements became smoother and more fluid. The pitch-black blade thrust in and out repeatedly, Xie Lian's eyes widened to the limit, tears streaming down his face. A voice in his heart silently screamed.
Help!
Help, help, help.
Help, help, help, help, help, help, help, help, help, help, help, help, help, help, help, help, help, help, help, help, help, help!!!
It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts… It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts!!!
Why can’t I die? Why can’t I die?!
He tried to wail with all his might, but his throat choked and he couldn't utter a single word, perhaps because it had been severed. He was driven mad by the pain, as if he had endured all the pain of several lifetimes, and would never feel pain again. He could see nothing. The whole world was pitch black, with only a single flame burning madly in the distance, growing brighter and stronger. However, it was trapped in Bai Wuxiang's grasp, unable to break free.
He couldn't hear his own screams, but he heard another heart-wrenching scream, which seemed to come from the fire. Although it wasn't his, the pain in the scream was exactly the same as his, as if it were his.
However, he could no longer tolerate himself remaining conscious at this point. Xie Lian gurgled softly in his throat, his consciousness completely shattered. At the same time, a raging wave of flames erupted from the Crown Prince's Palace.
"Aa ...
Countless voices, varying in pitch, screamed simultaneously. The wicked fire swept through, blazing like a raging fire, leaving no one able to escape. The scorching waves of will-o'-the-wisp fire instantly reduced the hundred living people beneath the altar in the Crown Prince's Palace to a hundred charred corpses!
As the flames gradually dimmed and slowly gathered, the original small will-o'-the-wisp had disappeared, and in its place, a young figure gradually took shape.
The young man knelt on the charred ground in front of the altar, bent deeply over, holding his head with his hands, and screaming in agony.
He didn't even dare to look at the person lying on the altar. Because, absolutely, he was no longer in human form.
The Prince's Palace was littered with corpses. Bai Wuxiang laughed heartily, turning and heading outside. The raging fire extended far beyond the Prince's Palace; the dancing monsters outside were also reduced to mummies and dregs. He acted as if he didn't notice, stepping over the charcoal-like corpses as he passed.
The entire forest, no, it should be said that the entire mountain was trembling and wailing!
Countless dark shadows drifted upwards into the night sky. They were the undead, frightened and forced to flee their habitats, scattered by the fierce wind. Above the Crown Prince's Palace, an immense black cloud rolled in, slowly spinning like a gigantic demonic eye.
That is the celestial phenomenon that indicates the birth of evil creatures and the formation of evil spirits!
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