Whispers Behind the Veil Chapter 159

The black rain fell from the sky, seemingly endless.

Just as Weston saw in his memory, the sky of the world was obscured by deep colors. The foolish believers knelt on the ground in vain and begged the gods for forgiveness.

Black rain, black fog, black mud, in short, black things, dye everything black.

The people standing in place were swallowed by the black mud, and some people who were lucky enough not to be swallowed, their pupils also turned into the color of Yongye.

Not to mention the angels who just wanted to escape but did not escape. Their power was suppressed to the lowest level in such an extremely malicious environment, and they could only be turned into black mud nourishment.