"Ah... damn you, Mo Li!"
"I'm going to kill you."
"I'm going to curse you!"
"I'm going to curse your family, your friends... I will make sure they meet a terrible end!"
"Damn... Mo Li..."
With these agonized howls reverberating,
Xu Changsheng even felt his soul aching faintly.
Too strong!
Is this what a Quasi-god is?
The voice lingered for a long time.
Blood started to flow from Xu Changsheng's nose, mouth, ears, and eyes.
He hadn't anticipated that a Quasi-god, dead for who knows how many years, could still inspire such terror with mere obsession and rage, even after so long!
Just how powerful were they?
Xu Changsheng began to feel uneasy.
And what exactly did Mo Li, a human, do?
Xu Changsheng felt a deep, unsettling fear.
When the voices finally died away...
Xu Changsheng still stood rooted to the spot, motionless.
After a long while...
Xu Changsheng finally came to his senses.