Chapter 261: The Scythe of Destiny

Eight arms extended from behind Gao Ming, and together with the Flesh Immortal, they tore down all the black-and-white memorial portraits hanging on the wall.

The shadows surged, and the sharp voices of the ghosts and monsters almost pierced the eardrums, but Gao Ming didn't care in the slightest.

"I need to alter the fates of half the city's population. If one cannot handle the world upon waking from a dream, then I'll open the eyes of everyone in Hanhai together, to see the true reality."

In the Shadow World, the memorial portraits served as tickets to enter Hanhai. Those who possessed these portraits must have been considered important by the Shadow World, likely to become potential leaks in Fate.

Black and white portraits fell like snowflakes into the Punishment Room, delivered by the Flesh Immortal. Shackled, Situ An endured the pain, lifted his head with a smile creeping on his lips, madness glinting in his eyes.