In a corner of the heavenly cavern,
children were still struggling mightily in the pond.
But on the shore, Lin Fan had no time to help with the rescue.
For at this moment, the body of the Woguo ronin opposite him had begun to undulate incessantly.
His already desiccated and frail body seemed to be harboring something.
Making his remaining muscles tremble continuously.
And his face had become incredibly ferocious.
"My hatred was born in the heavenly cavern, it was here that I became neither human nor ghost, so this place, including all the people here, has no value in existing anymore. Huayu cares so much about this place, so I will reduce it to ashes!"
A wicked smile played on the corner of the Woguo ronin's mouth.
Huayu was the name of the previous Holy Maiden.
But Lin Fan noticed that his right hand was constantly writhing, with the root cause being the sword at his waist.
From the exchange just now, he had felt something was off.
