Making Millions With The Eyes Of God by Eric Gus

Chapter 853

Gilmore could hardly believe what he was seeing.

it was his i

visit to the Aro, he had done his homework.

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The Aro was supposed to be bustling with activity.

How could it be that a city home to hundreds of thousands didn’t have a single soul in sight?

It was utterly inconceivable.

“Could it be that everyone in this city turns in for the night really early?” Christine wondered aloud, looking around at the

group.

Indeed, the entire city was shrouded in darkness, all buildings, even the towering skyscrapers, without a single light

Christine reached for the explanation that perhaps they all went to bed early.

But Lilian, Claire, and the other ladies found this highly unlikely

Sure, there might be some early sleepers, but an entire city? That just didn’t add up.

Gilmore felt there was a grave issue with this deserted city.

-To uncover the root of the problem, he realized he had no choice but to use God’s Eye.

As his pupils contracted, he activated God’s Eye.

And then, he witnessed a horrifying scene.

the cloak of night, the roars of monsters echoed throughout the

the thousands–bizarre humanoid creatures with wolves‘ heads and bat–like wings, soaring across

through the windows, walls,

city was stained in

the city began to

consumed by hatred toward the wolf- like beasts

hide at night, about several tens of feet underground

was why the city appeared

God’s Eye. Gilmore saw that these bloodthirsty packs of wolf creatures would emerge in the city every

disaster,” Gilmore said gravely to Lilian, Claire,

curiosity, Lilian asked, “Gilmore, how

a sniff of the air and

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stench of

and the rest began to sniff the air

couldn’t detect the intense smell of blood that Crore mentioned, they did agree that there was

suggested, “If you don’t

flew towards the

Claire, and the

rose, the dark outline of the building seemed even

the nearby house, a

Lilian, Claire, and the others noticed that every window had been smashed, leaving gaping

broken windows,

into bedrooms, others

was pitch–dark inside, they, being cultivators, could see in the night as if it were

sight that met their eyes was

with

the sight of a bloody handprint stark against one

shock,

that a terrible tragedy had

were still reeling, Gilmore suggested,