Crack, crack—
Countless lightning bolts erupted high in the sky, flashing and rumbling, weaving through the dark clouds like a spider's web, fierce and terrifying.
The dark city, so shadowed that you couldn't see your hand before your face, was illuminated by the brilliant glow.
But in the instant that light shone, all that could be seen was the chilling mystic iron armor and the Corpse God Cult's evil people, cloaked in black robes and hoods, standing on the battlements.
Within the alleys.
It was freezing, the atmosphere was wrought to the extreme.
Xi Xi, Yun E, Jin Taixui, and Zhou Peng, four children gathered here, their faces full of naivete, yet within that innocence lay an unprecedented seriousness.
"What are they... planning to do?"
Zhou Peng was so nervous he forgot to eat his bun, feeling an immense pressure.
Yun E closed her eyes.
Jin Taixui remained silent, clenched his Five Fingers, and already had his hand on the knife at his waist.
