Long Que sat in his wheelchair and came up to the rooftop. The fire soaring into the sky lit up his face; the distant mirage of the sea city reflected in his pupils, conjuring images as if hell itself was on display.
His gaze trembled slightly, revealing a sense of confusion and terror.
"If there is an unknown evolutionary chain left in this world, then it can only possibly be Sacred Mountain. Indeed, Sacred Mountain has once again undergone a strange transformation. Those Specter Tides are most likely something created by the disciples of the Corpse Eating Sect, who are taking advantage of the transformation of Sacred Mountain," he said softly.
"This group of people is creating a disaster."
Even Qiang Wei and Damon seldom saw him with such an expression. Even though he was no longer as powerful as he had once been, he managed to maintain a composure that was the result of years of life-or-death experiences, deeply etched into his heart.
