Capítulo 887: You Can Call Me Painter

The students in the school ran like crazy, but where could they run?

Hiding was merely delaying the final ending. The monsters from the red city did not need the school's consciousness, so everything was nutrients for them to consume. The school gate slammed against the walls, which collapsed under the weight of the briars. The man's left foot stepped into the school, and the blood fog pooled behind him like a wave.

"This is much simpler than anticipated." Fog covered his entire body so that only a blurry figure could be seen. His head slowly moved before turning to look at the blood mirror above his head.

"Every Specter behind the door is creating hell; only you would create a heaven." There was a trace of mockery in the man's voice. "But if you'd seen true heaven, you wouldn't be abandoned behind the door."