Yin Nian raised his hand, and eight more sticks of incense appeared on his hand.

The long incense rubs the spicy backfire, and the strange fragrance wafts out.

Unexpectedly, the water does not extinguish it, the smoke does not bend, and it stabs straight into the sky like a sword.

Yin Nian's eyelashes were wet, and her hair was soaked, but it was wrapped tightly by her, and not a single strand got in the way or blocked her bright eyes.

"Today, the night of the fifteenth full moon."

The rain has become lighter, but it is still so thick that it is difficult to tell whether it is day or night. Many people began to panic and pinch their fingers. Today is the fifteenth? Thirty days have passed since the last full moon night?

"Yin Nian is brave enough to light incense and invite me to the gods."

He was at a loss for only a moment, and when he looked up again, there was a dark shadow gathering behind Yin Nian.

one.

two.

This is Yin Nian's limit...it used to be!

Three, four, five...

Every time a cluster of ashes falls from the top of Yin Nian's incense, another figure appears behind Yin Nian.

The overwhelming power of hatred rushed towards Yin Nian.

But Yin Nian is no longer what he used to be.

The power of hatred was the same as before, arising from Yin Nian's body, but her body had become a 'sieve'.

In addition to the constant devouring of Snake Ni'er and Cursed Mushrooms, Yin Nian's self-dissipation has become faster, and more importantly...she has become stronger.

The eight fallen angels finally came to heaven and earth, but at this moment Yin Nian looked more like a fallen god than they did, desperate for everything.

Don't be a bird in a cage.

Be that fire that fills the mountains.

Wherever it burns, so be it!
Chapter completed!