The cut left on the Statue of the God of Light.
With a hatred that penetrated deep into the marrow.
The person covered in the black cloak tightly, like a rat that couldn't bear the light hiding in the dark corners, only revealed the colors of their eyes when they swung the blade at the Statue of the God of Light.
Bang!
Then a giant black dragon claw pressed on the face of the statue.
Which also caused darkness in front of it.
…
As the claw came down, Xu Shuo reflexively leaned back trying to dodge, but the scene disappeared shortly after.
The gradation of grey and white in his vision also gradually became clear.
A slow but ethereal chant sounded near his ears, strangely pronounced yet mystical in its rhythm.
Xu Shuo turned his head to look.
He saw several Supervisory Bishops surrounding him in a prayer position, the imprint of the Sun Crown on the forehead shimmering, golden light swirling, holy and solemn around them, and that wonderful chanting voice emanated from them.
