Chapter 1199 - 1197: Bamboo Joint Worm of the Night Holy City (Part 5)
What a sacrilege this is!
Old Master Henry’s methods made Fu Qian, as the person involved, emit a heartfelt exclamation.
This was no longer just smearing filth with a mop and sweeping across the wilderness; it was more akin to turning the wilderness into a toilet, making the absence of filth abnormal.
It truly could be called a dimensional gap.
Especially considering the identity of the opposing former Night Watchman, the contrast was even more pronounced.
Fu Qian believed that if one were trapped here even slightly longer, most victims’ bodies and even their spirits would start to change according to the standards of defecating anywhere, and losing control and collapsing was only a matter of time.
Even the thought of not wanting to stay for long would encounter distortions, such as his own current rather lazy state of mind.
Was this the legendary Tyrant Halo? Old Master Henry really had some impressive tricks up his sleeve!
What a pity, though, it’s still disappointing.
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"Teacher, why not let Mr. Fang explain?"