The dancing giant trees stiffened and turned into ugly fossils.
The terrified thoughts of the Lord of Gan Shi disappeared completely like a broken string.
All traces of His existence, His divine power, His will, and the honey-like essence that constitutes His body.
Even the last bit of Luo Ning Feng's soul that was twisted and devoured by Him.
The moment the colorful flame sank in, they were completely pulled out, swallowed and annihilated!
All that remained was a dead forest covered with a thick layer of grayish-white "icing" and the outlines of countless huge dead trees that were as stiff as stone sculptures.
I don't know when the wind stopped.
Dead silence.
Absolute silence enveloped the harvested land.
Only the blue flames of the twelve bone-white candles under Mark's feet were still burning silently, reflecting the surrounding scene.
Mark was exhausted and knelt on one knee at the edge of the cold altar, breathing heavily, his clothes soaked with sweat.
The cross necklace on his chest was still hot, but it conveyed a strange sense of comfort.
In the center of the altar, the mysterious figure seemed to "look" at Mark.
In the night sky, real moonlight shone palely, illuminating this dead forest covered with sweet lies and the remains of gods.
Xiao Mu carefully poked his head out, his pink eyes filled with fear, yet with a hint of strange desire.
It stretched out its tiny tentacles and carefully touched a small piece of grayish-white "icing" remaining on the ground.
"Hmm..." It made a faint, meaningless sound, as if confirming something.
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