Catastrophe erupted, it was the end of the world. Survivors were surrounded by the impregnable wall, a new order was established... The desire for power, faith, and darkness pervaded each other, layer upon layer of brands imprinted in every corner of the heart. The virus wreaked havoc, were these humans' true colors? "I unexpectedly survive, I want to live." –Du Dian
In the heavy rain, six people suddenly jumped out and pounced on the statue in front of the square.
In front of the statue was a group of ordinary soldiers wearing black raincoats. They stood at the feet of the statue like ghosts in the heavy rain. The figures of the six people flew through the rain and instantly pounced in front of the soldiers. Without making any noise, they killed the group of soldiers.
After getting rid of the guards, the six of them quickly rushed up to the altar and pushed the statue down.
The statue did not fall to the ground. Instead, it was held by the Fatty and tilted in the rainstorm.
The hunchbacked old man looked at the altar under the statue. Just as he thought, there was a deep, dark hole that led to the underground. The hidden loss he had suffered under the palace made him a little hesitant. However, he quickly dispelled this concern and took the lead to rush down.