Atop a small hill,
stood a figure dressed in a dull white robe, gazing into the distance, where three massive flesh giants, even amid the gray mist, were still distinctly visible.
A madness, a self-destructive madness, constantly surged into his mind.
Fang You bit the tip of his tongue.
In his eyes were the fallen figures of one investigator after another, tiny yet majestic.
The light of belief that wafted out shone like dazzling fireworks in his eyes.
"Your efforts will not be in vain."
Belief turned into kindling.
Fang You's palm sparked with lightning, life energy gushing forth continuously.
Before this, the highest output of his Palm Thunder was only a single unit of life energy; adding this much was already pushing the limit, but now two units, three units, four units kept pouring in.
The granules of belief light also swarmed in from all directions, turning into kindling that burned fiercely.
