The giant serpent shadow descended from the sky, sweeping away the figures attempting to approach in an instant.
Denon was at the forefront and was directly flung out, crashing to the ground.
The figures beside him also rolled to the ground, landing next to him.
Blood-red firmament enveloped the earth, dusk's light sprinkled upon everyone's scars and bloodstains.
Packs of wolves swarmed in from all directions, enclosing everyone in a small circle.
"Cough—"
Denon coughed up a mouthful of fresh blood, raised his head, and glanced at the door tightly shut behind the giant serpent, his gaze slightly lowered.
"Denon, do you still want to struggle now?" A man with ragged hair draped over his shoulders raised his head, looking at Denon, said mockingly, "Your only way alive now is to turn to the Anomaly Sect. The Church is in need of people now, the Archbishop will surely assign you an important role."
