But it didn't seem to be the fear brought by the destruction of the temple itself.
As Xia Ji walked through the streets, the crowd surged toward the temple.
His voice spread out.
"Divine Hall…How could the temple be gone?"
" If the temple is gone, wouldn't Dongchang City be a blasphemous city? "
"Everyone will die."
"We will all die…"
" The gods will punish us. This city will be wiped out. "
There were also many people kneeling on the ground and crying, hugging their heads and crying…
Soon.
Xia Ji saw Tian Rou.
The cloaked descendant of the Feng Nation's general was standing by the lake, staring blankly at the temple.
She knew what had happened, but she did not know how it had happened. She was only filled with deep respect for that senior named Qi Yu, and she had an extremely complicated mentality.
"Tian Rou."
Xia Ji shouted.
The girl in the gray cloak suddenly shivered and looked at Xia Ji, who was not far away.
