"Weng weng weng…"
When the prayers of countless people gathered together, it sounded like the buzzing of flies. It was indescribably unpleasant to hear, especially when the sacrifice was made to a ghost spirit that treated humans as livestock.
Looking at the pious Star City residents kneeling on the ground, Zhu Wuwan couldn't help but fall silent. They were so pious to a ghost spirit that had reared them for thousands of years, and they had placed all their hopes of survival on this kind of monster. No wonder the Evil Thoughts World had become like this.
It had been a thousand years, but there was still no fourth-level cultivator. Was it really because the talent of the residents of Star City was not good enough? In the end, it was the Heavenly Star Beast who had obstructed them.