Chapter 449 Thousand Years of Hunger (1/2)

Chapter 449 Thousand Years of Hunger

'Here we go…'

Sunny faced the stairwell and stoodshadow Sensing so, Saint turned around, too The tip of her sword hesitantly rose into the air

The next fewto live or die or maybe be condemned to a fate much worse than death

One level lower, the harrowing corruption that had been spreading fro The black ulcerous flesh was rising and falling, as if in the throes of… death? Or transforritted his teeth, waited for a second…

And then breathed out with i'

It felt as though he had been sentenced to execution, only for a pardon to arrive at the last possibleon his neck

Indeed, the terrifying rot ithering As thousands of years that passed since it was locked in the Obsidian Tower caught up with it, the devouring corruption appeared to be dying of starvation The stone surface assiled, as if consu

ReadNovelFullrowths of the bulbous black flesh were slowly receding, their color turning ashen The process was slow, but at the edges of the patch of corruption, the rot was already turning into… into wisps of darkness, which then disappeared without a trace

As tension left Sunny's body, he couldn't help but sway a little

'Good… soonehis options and finding no possible way to escape fro

He had considered trying to da the Awakened Meinal owner of the seven-fingered hand resorted to severing their li corruption

He had also entertained the idea of using the Cruel Sight, which was now infused with divine fla told Sunny that the massive brazier where the rot had taken root had once been full of it, too… that was apparent from how charred the severed arm of the transient deity was

If even thousands of years of burning in annihilating divine flame couldn't destroy or stop the black rot, then what hope did he have?

In the end, though, the corruption had destroyed itself Neither divine flae the black rot, but its hunger — and the relentless nature of time — were

'Thank Gods…'

Sunny inhaled deeply and tiredly closed his eyes

The corruption was slowly dying, pieces of it slowly disappearing, bit after bit All that was left behind were the darimaced

'But also, da to exist…'

Shaking his head, Sunny wiped the sweat off his face, then turned around and walked back to the stone pedestal

Reaching with one hand, he picked up the long, sharp needle and stared at it for some time

The needle seemed to have been made out of polished iron, but due to the traces of divine blood absorbed by it, the cold olden shi+ne Sunny looked at it for a long ti to understand if this was a mundane item or some mystical artifact

In the end, he had to admit that he had no clue