"Ah ah ah—!"
"Mom! Don't, please!"
"Help..."
Even as the border army atop the city walls still desperately resisted, the occasional corpses that broke through the defenses continued to send endless screams into the City God Temple.
The Winter Official, quietly kneeling before the statue, had aged so much in just half a two-hour period that he hardly looked the same.
It seemed like a mere gust of wind could take his life right there and then.
His appearance was withered and frail, but his eyes still glowed with a frightening intensity.
A dragon shadow still circled above his head, using the six lines as a foundation, continuously evolving one divination diagram after another.
"Cough cough, the extraction of the Dharma Prohibition is only temporary, a stronger 'Dragon Qi Prohibition' will re-cover this city in a quarter of an hour.
Regrettably... I can't wait any longer, and neither can the people of Luoyang.
