Just like Huang Ping, the priestess in the wooden hut was utterly baffled.
Even though the previous Demon King had been defeated, his minions had become even more crazed. Giant hounds were merely the most insignificant of demons here, while more powerful ones littered the area.
The wooden hut used to be the frontline in resistance against the Demon King, but it had fallen. The state religion had already ceased support for this place, and she was now the last priest left.
With her final hope, she prayed incessantly and at last welcomed a hero.
She had thought this hero would, as the holy scriptures described, bring new order to this place with the weapon in his hand, but she watched helplessly as he stepped into darkness and, in the next instant, died under the claws of a hound.
As she observed his body bleeding out, the priestess felt the world was doomed.
Let it all be destroyed, let everything be destroyed!
