At the highest level of Yun'an City is a first-level Sister of Pain.
It didn't take Meng Yi too much time to get here. With the strength of a righteous god, he could move within the "sphere of influence" of human civilization in a moment.
As for the fortress's gates not opening after nightfall, and the city's formation network's self-defense...
This is not a problem at all in the face of his ever-changing methods.
When he actually stood on the street in Yun'an City, his expression began to become ugly involuntarily.
Sometimes, we have to admit that the bottom line of some people in this world is really outrageous.
As soon as he entered the city, Meng Yi's nose was filled with the thick, seemingly indelible smell of blood and stench, and from time to time, painful wails echoed.
Even though he was mentally prepared, he was still enraged by the scene before him.
Large groups of disabled people, covered with scars and in tattered clothes, were stumbling around in the empty city.
It's night time now, so... is this a break?
There aren't even any houses built here!
Everyone lay in the open air in the fetid sewage and blood, using the fresh wounds on their bodies to induce contact with these things in order to endure more pain.
Compared to the "iron chain" in the painful area of Yuan'an City, this place is even worse.
The rot runs deep here...
The way people are discriminated against in other cities, in Yun'an City, they feel like fish in water.
A huge "rotten mountain" suddenly appeared in Meng Yi's eyes in a piled-up manner.
If I am not mistaken, this "rotten mountain" is alive and is still wriggling.
Two cloudy eyes were embedded in the mountain, sliding down a pile of rotten things from time to time, and then being caught by the smelly rotten flesh in the shape of an arm, and pushed up with force.
Guji~
Sewage splashed and accumulated at the foot of the mountain, constantly spreading out, bubbling with black and gray bubbles and making a sticky sound...
Those who looked extremely tired and skinny could only rest painfully in this environment.
"This is a high-level divine benefactor from the Path of Decay. I used to think that divine benefactors from this path wouldn't reach high levels."
Li Wenhui appeared in front of Meng Yi, followed his gaze and gave an explanation.
"That Sister of Pain, named Ren Hanyan, believed that the Path of Decay was adept at torturing people.
The diseases released by the disease experts can easily torture people to death without warning, and additional medicines are needed to keep these people alive...
Decay will only make these people experience deep despair and pain, but it is not fatal.
Although I don’t understand why this doesn’t lead to the spread of infectious diseases.”
Because the power of [Disease] does not exist in the real world, unless God deliberately does it, a large-scale infectious disease will not break out anywhere.
Meng Yi now knows the reason for this situation.
Moreover, if you think about it carefully, those few rotten believers you encountered at the beginning, even though they made the living environment extremely bad, did not cause the spread of disease.
This would have been impossible in the old days.
At least I have to have diarrhea...
Then, Li Wenhui glanced behind Meng Yi, puzzled:
"The others didn't come with you? Or are they outside the city?
I figured you would come from the east, but I waited for you."
Meng Yi casually replied: "No, it's just me."
There was something dull about his voice.
Then, he retracted his gaze and asked coldly:
"Where do those high-level divine grace disciples gather?"
He extended his hand slightly and raised his eyebrows: "Inner city?"
"It's in the inner city."
Li Wenhui was stunned for a moment, his two cartoon eyes unconsciously widened, and then he whispered:
"If you're alone, you'd better be careful. There are many high-level divine benefactors in the inner city, not just those four first-level ones."
Meng Yi waved his hand and tilted his head slightly:
"Don't worry, I'm capable of handling them all by myself."
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