In the blink of an eye, two days had passed, and the area around Xuanlong Temple suddenly carried a sense of oppression as if a black cloud was pressing down on the city, about to destroy it. Even some ordinary residents vaguely felt a sense of unease.
Apart from the central area of Xuanlong Temple, the surrounding two or three kilometers were shrouded in a storm. Even a fool could tell this was by no means normal weather; something unclean had likely taken hold of Xuanlong Temple.
The TV station was frantically reporting the issue, and many Main Gods who had been transported to other regions also noticed this place through various channels.
In just three days, they were already showing signs of exhaustion, and some were even resorting to drugs or other methods to forcibly keep their spirits up.
But even with their Level Two life forms, how long could they hold out?
