The Doomsday God: Dominator of the Two Worlds

Lu Chen collapsed on the creaky old sofa in the rental house, staring straight at the yellow water stains on the ceiling that were soaked by the rain. The edge of the water stain has turned black, like an ugly scar carved on the mottled wall. The phone screen was still on, and the dazzling white light was particularly eye-catching in the dim room. On the screen was the last message sent by Lin Xiaoxiao...