"Crack—"
"Crack—"
The sculpture emitted a chilling sound like nails scratching on a stone slab.
Its neck elongated, and it looked down at the joints of its bones, at the hands covered with eyes.
In its hands, it held a turtle shell as black as ink jade.
The bloody prophecy on it had changed somewhat—[Break through the sky, invade Huaxia, pollute Blue Star, welcome the arrival of the Supreme God. Success rate: 90%...]
The Talisman Vengeful God's narrow eyes flashed with surprise.
"Only 90% left? How strange... Being able to reduce our success rate by 10%... What's going on?"
"Could it be some Godslaying Squad? Heh, this planet has been struggling for years, it's getting more and more profound..."
The Talisman Vengeful God's brow twitched.
He sensed a hint of ominousness.
