The alley ahead was cold and dark, instilling a sense of dread. Deep within the shadows, a round, gray sphere hovered in midair, radiating an icy aura that chilled the heart. It was resentment—extremely heavy resentment.
For a small place like Weng Family Village, this level of resentment was powerful enough to wipe it out completely.
Shen Bai stroked his chin. "For such a small village to produce this level of resentment, it seems they have suffered no small amount of hardship."
Without sufficient resentment, a bizarre entity capable of destroying the village could never have been born. If the Observatory had arrived first, he figured the village would likely have to relocate yet again.
He didn't draw Cold Moon. Instead, he raised his right hand and threw a punch at the spherical anomaly. The strike carried a fierce gale, and golden Buddha's Light blazed like the sun as it slammed ruthlessly into the creature.
