al appeared in his eyes, and then he seemed to think of something, and his eyes dimmed again.Chen Muye stood at the front, his hands on the handle of the knife, the strong wind blowing his cloak to hu...a god after another, like a moth to the fire, crashed into the stone tablet, burning his whole life's divine power.every time a god melts into it, the shape of the stone tablet is thicker, and when th...