The disheveled and grimy serfs, Ming Fei, and servants stumbled out of the small house, looking up at the sky and taking deep breaths, like grass sprouting from the soil in spring.
At the dungeon entrance, rainwater washed over the stone steps.
The ashes turned the water black.
The water membrane before Ci Ren disappeared, and he, along with the other prisoners, prostrated on the ground, bathing in the downpour.
Divine Might!
The Moon Spring Temple, which had stood for an unknown length of time, was destroyed overnight!
Not to mention ordinary people.
Even Cha Qing and Kou Zhuang were tongue-tied; such a temple was utterly demolished with just a few thoughts from Liang Qu!
A true powerhouse!
One can only yearn!
Swoosh.
The Crimson Dragon descended.
Crimson Mountain emerged from the dragon's shadow.
A group of people walked through the ruins.
Fat Catfish put away his hammers, Unable to Move connected the machete.
