章 191: Prophecy*

Inside the temple 

Song Zhuyu slumped against the cold stone floor, his chest heaving with exertion. Large beads of sweat cascaded down his cheek, mingling with disheveled locks of crimson hair that framed his face like a wild mane, making him look like a madman. He had been struggling against the invisible restraints since Rui Ye left, but now it's been approximately half an hour, and his efforts were all for naught. He couldn't free himself at all.

The demon clearly intended to keep him captive here until everything was over, and worse, he couldn't hear anything from outside! Damn it, what exactly was happening right now?! How many people had come? Rui Ye, he… he didn't slaughter them all… right?

The thought made Song Zhuyu's blood run cold, and his stomach recoiled with dread, sending a surge of bile up his throat.