The Great Devouring

Liu Wu Xie was awakened by the pain. Several pieces of broken wood were pressing down on him, making it hard for him to breathe. I hope readers remember our domain name at this point,Black gas constantly churned and shifted, eventually transforming into streaks of pitch-black text. Ancient and weathered, it was imbued with the weight of time.,The scattered stones on his head were slowly being moved aside, revealing patches of light. Many people held torches and gathered around him.。