"That... is the Divine Corpse!"
Taoist Puyang's mouth was trembling. He had been happily printing books, thinking about how to get his name included.
Who would have thought that he'd be urgently summoned by Crane Immortal, that dealing with locusts was no big deal, just a minor task, but why did such a thing appear!
Zhang Kui also felt a tingling in his scalp as he suddenly recalled the words of the black-robed scholar from Lanjiang Water Mansion.
"That thing is not an Incense Fire God; it's rumored to be from ancient times, when Witchcraft Path prospered, humans and gods resided—it's something left from that era..."
The anomaly didn't stop there; as the giant hand emerged towering into the sky, the previously drizzly and overcast day suddenly whipped into a frenzy.
Soon, the drizzle ceased, and the sky, once leaden gray and hazy, suddenly surged with dark clouds, the heavens dimming and thunder rumbling.
Crack!
