Mocking Phoenix

At dawn.

The light of dawn lingered, hesitant to arrive, while the remnants of the setting sun had long faded into darkness. Within the city shrouded in thin mist, the hidden churches in the shadows, veins clinging to the cracks in walls, the gnawing sounds echoing from the sewers, and the murmuring shadows...

A lantern bearer strolled forward.

Mythology Rebooted

Keith, Julian, and others were unable to resist Sigma's power, becoming puppets under his control, and Wayne felt only noise.


The Ancient God was noisy too, but at least it didn't create a fuss, and its voice sounded magnetic, and it really made sense.


Not like Sigma, a whole renovation team working in a cesspool, the drill buzzing, flies buzzing along, muddling the mind with their clamor.


No, that's not a mouth, that's a cesspool, close the cesspool!


Wayne, with a fierce look in his eyes, gauged his punch and hit Sigma square in the face. As Sigma hit the ground, Wayne's bent knees suddenly snapped straight, shattering the ground beneath him as he leaped forward.


At that moment, Sigma fell heavily to the ground, bounced lightly, and drifted midair.


The heavy and powerful knee strike, like a cannonball, roared toward him, hitting Sigma's chest with a muffled sound of breaking bones and caving chest cavity.


Chapter 116: Fist to Flesh, Hexagram Converges