"Go die!"
"Go die!"
"Go die!"
Hysterical roars, sharp and hoarse curses, echoed in the young man's ears.
Gu Jianlin painfully covered his ears.
"When a person is on the brink of death, they always reveal their ugliest side."
The black-haired girl in the snow and wind coldly overlooked him: "These are the people you want to protect. In despair, they wish for your death as well. You shouldn't have been born, nor should you have survived. The so-called paradox is actually the world's mistake. Why do you want to protect them?"
She paused: "Devour them."
Gu Jianlin felt intense pain.
Because the charred god was tearing at his body.
Sharp fingernails ripped his body, leaving flesh and blood exposed.
He clearly felt the hatred and resentment of his former comrades.
Not just them.
Also the world's hatred and resentment.
Unaware of what kind of painful torment they were enduring.
Such that their faith had been obliterated, turning them into ghosts struggling in Hell.
