A pair of inconspicuous cards suddenly pulled Lu Jiu out of the hazy life in an abandoned house and pushed her into the cruel torrent of extraordinary beings.
Changes occur in the world, spiritual energy revives, and the gods of the past awaken from their eternal slumber. Despair is like ink, saturating the entire world.
Is there really a glimmer of hope in such a world?
Lu Jiu's long knife was stained with blood, and his clothes were ragged and broken. He looked at his companions who were also covered in bruises but had not taken a step back. His eyes were filled with a blazing fire that was almost crazy. His voice was soft and cold, and he said every word: "Hey, let's chop them into pieces together!"
