This Hatred Will Never End
Editor: Atlas Studios
Crack!
Almost at the same time, there was a series of crisp shattering sounds. It was extremely soft, but in Feng Xia's ears, it was like the first sound of thunder that tore through the darkness at dawn!
He jerked his head toward the source of the sound.
Countless cracks had appeared on the Demon-Revealing Mirror hanging on the city wall. It looked like an invisible spider web had cut the bronze mirror into countless pieces.
"What is that thing?"
Feng Xia's heart was feeling slightly heavy. He turned his head to look at the distant sky again. In that direction, the black clouds were churning more and more violently, causing him to involuntarily think of a saying—
Black clouds that pressed down towards the city were threatening to destroy it!
"Mo Lianque's worries are not without reason. Although the appearance of variables is expected, there are now way too many…"
Feng Xia frowned instinctively.