Chapter 1016 : The Martial God's Mischievous Taste

• At this moment, Lin Qiang was squatting on a large rock, feeling troubled. In the world within the painting, there was day and night, almost no different from the outside world!
• However, there were still differences here compared to the outside world, and the most crucial point was...
• No matter whether it was birds or beasts, once they died in this place, they would instantly turn into ink on the ground.