Dark green yet scorching hot, the drop of rain seemed like thick magma, rippling like smoke after hitting the ground.
Just after saying there was no movement, the response appeared, and Fu Qian felt deeply grateful for the audience's support.
And the movement that appeared inevitably reminded one of the broken door from before.
Same tone, same unrest, Mr. Demon Moore appeared reserved, yet it seemed he was following a path of suppressed flamboyance.
Indeed, who else could have caused this disturbance? It appeared that Demon Moore was swiftly cut off.
Additionally, although the prisoners' perception of authority was somewhat dark, it felt like Mr. Demon Moore was the most prominent.
The drop of fiery rain not only splattered everywhere upon landing but also continued to emit "screams."
Pain, hatred, chaos... it seemed all derogatory words could describe it.
At that moment, just this disturbance seemed capable of causing spiritual pollution.
