The god of deception, Tai Long, looked weak and appeared like one who had just recovered from a terminal illness. He took powerless steps and sat on a stone statue of the dead.
Richard had the statue follow him. He did not allow the spirit to leave his sight.
One could resurrect from death a life form like a god, although the power of the ancient god statue was a guarantee. One could not underestimate it.
He controlled the sand to float up. He brought the troop and players out of this useless dungeon.
The first ray of light appeared when they left the underground passage.
They lit the endless darkness up.
The god of deception subconsciously looked up.
At the exit of the valley, under the thick black clouds.
A ray of light shone on a towering tree and emitted an endless dark aura. That terrifying life form slowly extended its twisted branches that looked like withered arms.
