WHOOSH—
The fog surged like gauze, like water.
Wu Dao stepped into the old site of Lin Village.
It was as if space and time had shifted. His Spiritual Perception instantly went from being a vast lake to a small pond, limited to a radius of just a few meters around him. The feeling was incredibly stifling.
"Kill them!"
"Kill them!"
"Kill them!"
Before Wu Dao could even adjust to this drastic change, a boiling roar filled with gnashing teeth suddenly echoed by his ears.
Wu Dao's brow furrowed slightly.
He looked up.
Without him even realizing it, the world around him had transformed. His view was no longer of a dilapidated village shrouded in fog, but of the new village at the foot of the mountain, bathed in bright sunlight.
On the threshing ground.
A sea of people surged, their emotions running high. It looked like a public trial was being held.
In the center.
