In the special pupils of the clown, the entire Dragon Capital was shrouded in misfortune and deathly aura. This was a large-scale sacrifice involving multiple secret factions, with each greedily extracting the power of the living, trying every possible way to pass the karmic force of disaster onto others. It was a carnival.
The Porcelain Doll glanced at the clown, "Lord Chou, the fortune you accumulated for Ye Shidao should be able to support the descent of the Bloodthirsty Monarch's will, right?"
The clown observed the sky above Dragon City and nodded slowly, "Yes."
"Ye Shidao, that old scoundrel, should know in his heart that these old believers are really crazy, using your fortune to secure another term as the Grand Governor. Without your fortune's cover, he would have long been discovered by Dragon City's Life Master." The Porcelain Doll laughed.
"He can't hide from Him."
