Wu Xiaode's eyes narrowed slightly.
His world was in a state of "suspended animation," hidden deep within his spirit, invisible to outsiders.
However, at this moment.
His world began to undergo drastic changes.
Boom—
Rolls of muffled thunder sounded in the sky.
Within the dark clouds, a series of illusory lights fell from the heavens, crashing to the ground.
Upon closer examination, these turned out to be a number of ethereal figures.
They retained the appearances they had in life, comprising humans, venomous snakes and insects, and the Beast Race.
Yes.
The souls of species slain on the battlefield had all arrived in Wu Xiaode's world after their death!
All the deceased looked in one direction together—
The Temple!
The Temple, located at the very center of the world, radiated bursts of dim yellow light.
The angels of Extreme Good and Judgement were seated at the altar, swiftly ticking off various names in the book, with sentences occasionally slipping from their lips.
