The mist spider was kneeling on the ground, looking at the top of his head piously and vainly.

His face quickly faded, his spirit was depressed, and the light in his eyes gradually dimmed.

His soul is gradually withering and becoming one of the materials for His coming to reality.

A strong chill and disgust appeared in Chaochuan Mengya's heart... It turned out that this was the fog believer. Will I die in this way?

At this moment, his aftertaste suddenly caught a glimpse of the man in black robe who had appeared on the top floor.

In an instant, the dream of the river was like falling into an ice cave.

‘I won’t die at his hands, aren’t I?’

Fortunately, the terrible man did not do this, but walked leisurely among the kneeling believers, as if they were not at the scene of the ritual. The "door" in the sky had nothing to do with him, as if he was coming out for a midnight snack.

‘Who is he?’

Asakawa Mengye didn't dare to think too much, didn't dare to look too much, and hid in the corner and shivered.

****

Over this unfinished building.

Two completely different forces are snatching the taboo substances in the building. This is a battle between evil gods and an area that cannot be surpassed by mortals.

Just looking at the night sky, you can feel the existence of filth. You can penetrate into your eyes and penetrate into your brain. If you accumulate too much, you will be crazy.

Yi Shuang, who originally planned to lead by example, could only stay away from the unfinished building with the large army under the persuasion of her subordinates.

This situation has long exceeded their expectations.

But people still witnessed all this with awe and fear.

As the fog believer in the building was almost dead, a woman's eyes emerged half open.
Chapter completed!