"Take one more step and I'll smash this clay sculpture to pieces, crushing your god to a pulp." Trapped in a desperate situation, Wan Jie's eyes remained as calm as the sea, and no one could guess his thoughts.
As the commanding officer of all the security personnel in the forbidden game, Wan Jie's rise to power was not solely due to his prestige but also his formidable strength.
Just a moment ago, he had clearly sensed a change within the building; some power within himself was rapidly returning. Although the ghost patterns were still suppressed, he was now able to call upon some of their power.
"Hand over the divine statue! Give it to me!" The grandmother was completely mad, her red clothes exceptionally bright, as if they were dyed with the blood of countless innocents.
