Chapter 1475 The tired butterfly returns to its nest
Thirty days have passed since Hastur began his evolutionary journey. The setting sun dyed the mist in the miasma swamp orange-red, like a dreamlike robe.
The poisonous plants on both sides of the path swayed in the wind, and the poisonous insects seemed to have forgotten the terrifying aura before and surrounded Hastur again. However, Hastur...