But now, by some twist of fate, Karlando had been sealed, and this possibility had been sealed along with it.
Five massive divine statues sheltered the Pantheon.
Zhou Baiyu's luck, at least for now, ultimately couldn't surpass these five great divine statues.
All of his mutated artifacts had uses...
But none could help him escape his dire straits.
"No way out, no way out, there's no way out..."
He kept muttering these words, his voice growing more resolute and sorrowful.
The surrounding hungry ghosts were continuously slain, only to reappear over and over...
It was like the disorderly memories that emerge when a person is on the verge of death.
For some reason, he thought of rummaging through trash heaps for food as a Seamer child. Those stench-filled piles of garbage seemed to have diffused from memory into reality.
The next second, the scene in his memory shifted, and he saw his young colleague Li Ping softly weeping at a suicide intervention center.
