538 Eighth-Level Essence Soul

The powerful feelings—which made his body tremble—broke through all suppressions and surged out.

Meng Chuan held the brush in his hand and began painting.

First, it was a dark and oppressive scene. A Godfiend stood high in the sky and looked down at a ruined city. The ruined city was painted with dark hues. Countless corpses littered the city. This was a city the size of a prefecture city. There were too many corpses, so Meng Chuan painted them simply. However, behind the simple brushstrokes was a deathly aura.

Meng Chuan had personally seen too many cities that had suffered massacres. When the demons wreaked havoc in the world, he had rescued many cities and had seen many humans in cities and forts being slaughtered.

He had seen it with his own eyes. Thus, this painting's emotions were soul-stirring and went bone-deep.

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