The dark red ground was covered with bloodstains, and pale skeletons spun on the floor.
The statues of the Three Gods glowed with a seductive light, as each follower knelt on the ground, pierced through with holes, resembling a group of blood gourds, allowing the blood to flow onto the floor.
The Penitent sat cross-legged on the ground, with fragments laid before him, resembling soil, yet also like ceramics.
"Although you haven't awakened the Apostle, at least assisting Mr. Su to win the championship compensates for it, making it a draw,"
the Penitent said, bowing his head.
Behind him, the Hua brothers stood respectfully, but their gaze over the fragments carried a hint of peculiarity.
"That's the Apostle's debris!"
"Despicable false god believers! They even have a backup plan!"
Hua Yun thought to himself.
"The Venerable God doesn't want that Apostle to awaken; as Apostles of the Venerable God, we must worry for Him!"
