Heaven collapsed. Spiritual energy is exhausted.
The world has become a huge cemetery, and everyone is waiting to die.
Lin Que didn't want to die.
He dug out his own bones and fed them to the monsters in the shadows.
Since all living beings are ants, then all the luck in these ants should be turned into food for evolution.
Son of luck? Kill.
A wealthy family? Swallow.
Cause and effect are strings, and all living beings are horses.
He stood up from the ruins, behind him was the Nine Nether Dragon illuminated by candles that blocked out the sky and the sun.
The world doesn't need a savior, it just needs a well-fed madman.
