At this moment, the altar appeared, and the secret ritual was operating.
The eerie green flames surged like a tide, the giant eye opened, and the grant of corruption descended, ceaselessly.
In an instant of deathly silence, Ji Jue seemed frozen, standing in place, stunned.
Nearly petrified, struggling to breathe.
The Hui Nao merely gave a disdainful smile, filled with mockery, just the same, looking at him with extreme irony… quietly waiting for him to sink deep into the quagmire, unable to extricate himself.
It's just that sometimes people love this kind of contrast.
When everyone is idle, living too well, eating too much, they adore a decent person falling, or a person of the dust reforming, and the great works born from this are countless.
Scenes like those beloved in entertainment works, in reality, are like nightmares, even more terrifying than death.
Now, Ji Jue finally understood why this guy was granted such a name by corruption.
Truly disgusting to the core.
