"My blasphemy! My power of profanation!"
In the darkness, the Lord of Dark Corrosion was exceedingly terrified.
He sensed that the power once bestowed upon him by the Lord of Profanation was rapidly dissipating.
No need to elaborate, it must be that the Desecration Temple in the northwest had encountered some issue.
He looked at Lette before him in panic, unable to comprehend all of this.
That was the Desecration Temple, even if he acted himself, he might not be able to destroy it.
Who could possibly wipe out the desecrated temple without him noticing?
This is impossible; this is absolutely impossible!
"You tucked away in this world, your information is too lagged. The result of this self-imposed isolation is being abandoned by the times.
It's merely desecration; I have plenty of ways to destroy it."
Light coiled around the edge of Lette's sword, and with one strike, most of the darkness disappeared.
