Sanchuan City.
This city, traversed by the Three Rivers, was bustling with water transport and was a wealthy small town.
On this day.
In a certain residence within the city.
"Haha... let destruction befall! Let everything be destroyed! This is the perfect offering to my lord!"
A voice filled with manic laughter echoed.
Subsequently, the whole ancient house was enveloped in a layer of shadowy light, corroding instantly.
"Ah!"
Hundreds of constables and government officials scrambled out, slipping and sliding; those who were slightly slower turned into corrosive sludge along with the ancient house.
In an instant, these previously fierce elites, who came to capture the cultists of the Killing Life Sect, suffered heavy losses.
"Where is the temple priest?"
"These are wounds from divine power corrosion!"
"Damn it, use the Healing Skill immediately... this is a trap, there's only a madman inside, along with the altar of the God of Destruction..."
