It was a pity that the church was now under the influence of the dark aura. It was as if it was covered in a layer of shadow. The color of the maroon bricks darkened. Under the hazy black aura, it formed a luster that looked like it had absorbed enough blood, making people feel extremely depressed and uncomfortable.
I swear that I will disperse the black fog and welcome the sunrise again!
The swordsman frowned and said in a deep voice.
hiss ... before the cultivator and the fairy could open their mouths, a rough screeching sound came from above their heads.
The three Holy disciples had not heard any movement before this. When Leng wuchen heard this voice, he hurriedly raised his head.
Everyone looked at it and found a black bird the size of an adult rooster standing on the top of the church's building.
The place where its claws were stepping on happened to be the top of the window that symbolized the sun.
