"Zhao Erxiao, life exhausted and thus concluded."
As the voice trailed off, a few fierce-faced government officials clutching water and fire sticks emerged from the side and beat Zhao Erxiao to death on the spot.
His corpse rapidly withered and rotted away, turning to fragile bones in just a breath or two.
From an angle unseen by others, a chain flew out of Zhao Erxiao's body, dragging his Divine Soul into the City God Temple.
In just a few breaths, Yu Ziqing felt from afar that the Divine Soul of Zhao Erxiao had vanished.
The City God Temple was like a gaping maw of blood, swallowing his Divine Soul whole.
Yu Ziqing's face turned cold, now observing the truth.
In fact, Zhao Erxiao, might have been supposed to die a long time ago, only that he became an incense-eating person and hadn't perished.
What kind of world is this, where Yin and Yang are inversed, and Evil Gods rule?
