This here, is the Purple Spirit!
Reigning supreme above everyone, a most powerful entity at the very pinnacle of the golden pyramid!
The refugees were gathered all around, squeezed tightly against each other, but they were all completely silent, without a single peep coming out from them.
They stared at the dead bodies lying upon the ground, and their backs became drenched with sweat. The chill in their bones still cold deep within their bones, the sight of the bloody massacre that happened before their eyes still gripping their hearts in a tight hold.
Jun Wu Xie stepped through the garishly red blood, her steps taking her to come beside the old lady who had already fainted into unconsciousness. Every step she took left another bright red bloody footprint on the ground, when linked up, looked just like a manifestation of the chains of death.
