Doomsday Spirit Lord

The quiet streets were empty, with only dim street lights emitting dim light. The wind blew quietly, picking up the fallen leaves and dust on the ground, making a rustling sound. The doors and windows of the abandoned houses on both sides were closed, as if they were hiding something. Li Yi stood in the shadow of the old apartment, and the night was like a huge curtain, swallowing his figure. His heart beat faster in his chest, each beat accompanied by fear of the unknown and a desire for power. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.