Drip—
A droplet fell into the palm, pulling Xu Yuan's thoughts back from the Ghost City below. He looked up and was stunned.
At some point, the shadowy insect tide that had been occupying the sky above the Ghost Domain, unable to enter the city, had vanished, replaced by a rain.
The rain fell chaotically, carrying a slight chill of desolation, and the reconstructed Ghost City sky ground this insect tide into endless blood rain, falling within the city.
Buzz—
Casually, Xu Yuan raised an umbrella barrier for Li Junwu and himself to shield them from the blood rain. Half-squinting, he stared at the hiding place of the Bug Saint and murmured with a smile:
"Sacrificing your own people for your descendants, such behavior doesn't befit a true king. However, it seems your entire family has always been like this."
Beside him, Li Junwu listened, staring seriously at the descending tide of blood rain, and said gravely:
