The temple's shaking gradually increased.
The terrifying feeling of being spied on from the outside grew stronger.
Sang Qingqing's heart was beating like a drum.
Fear was growing rapidly in her heart.
Cold sweat dripped down her Jade-like cheeks. Even though she tried her best to restrain herself, the long sword in her hand was still a little unstable. The slight trembling caused the long sword to resonate.
It seemed to have sensed its master's uneasiness.
That soft cry carried a hint of fear.
In the other godly palaces, there were already people who couldn't control themselves and were screaming. There were even cries.
As the magnitude of the shaking continued to increase ...
In the darkness, there seemed to be a ghostly face with green fangs looking down from the sky.
It slowly fell down.
What made people's hearts beat was its breathing, and what made people feel fear was its greedy eyes.
There was a ticking sound.
