Wang Hao watched as these people collapsed haphazardly, lying on the ground as if drunk, and he knew they were attacked by "it" and sang unconsciously, "Hahaha, let the world be destroyed!"
The world was indeed on the brink of destruction.
The chilling despair spontaneously dropped the temperature by several degrees.
Everyone saw different scenes; in a small temple, strange shadows seemed to appear, dragging their souls to an unknown area.
Gregory, at the forefront, turned pale, babbling nonsense, "Alice, it was my fault."
"I really endure every day, enduring is so hard ... it was my fault ... I should have eaten you earlier so that we could become one sooner."
"No, you are already dead, you shouldn't be here. This is ..."
In his last strands of rationality, Gregory distinguished hallucinations from reality. He climbed gradually forward and suddenly grabbed a companion, biting into their neck and began frantically suckling their blood!
