The gun's barrel hummed and trembled, starry brilliance seeping through the dark red cracks, a maxim bestowed upon her by the Supreme Heavenly Venerate—despair is hope yet to be illuminated.
Lin Xi's eyes flickered slightly as she gripped the spear in her hand: "The name of this spear is Final Destruction!"
Lin Xi suddenly realized that there should be some kind of connection between herself and the goddess.
Perhaps complete resistance and rejection was not the best way to resist the corrosion.
The Goddess of Despair actually did not wish for resurrection; what she anticipated more was a brand-new beginning, a world filled with hope.
At this moment, Lin Yi also clasped the twisted sword in her hand.
From her eyes inexplicably flowed two streams of clear tears: "Its name is the Thorn of Suffering!"
