"Let me do it."
Suddenly, Danika's voice sounded in his ear.
Danika had said she came here to atone... A thought crossed Zhou Chen's mind. He switched his weapon to a Magic Staff and struck the ground.
WHOOSH—
A terrifying gale instantly erupted from where he stood, spiraling into an ever-expanding disk of wind. The miasma from the dragon corpses in the area was immediately blown away, and his vision cleared.
Danika appeared, her pale white hair dancing in the fierce wind. A hint of melancholy and sorrow filled her eyes.
"A long, long time ago, the Desecration Church actually found that Divine Hall," Danika explained softly, walking ahead on her own. An aura of grief enveloped her.
'Isn't the Desecration Church an Abyssal Sect that appeared just over eighty years ago?' Zhou Chen's expression flickered slightly as he followed her.
