"Let everyone see what becomes of those who serve as dogs for the Evil God!"
The crowd's fury erupted like a volcano, giving no chance for the other side to utter another word.
An overwhelming barrage, filled with anger, drowned the young cultivator like a storm in an instant.
The Protective Gang Qi he raised shattered like paper, and his body, struck by countless power flows, couldn't even let out a few screams before being blasted to pieces, turning into a mist of blood and dissipating.
With the body's complete annihilation, only a faintly ethereal and terrified Divine Soul remained, seemingly not yet grasping the sudden lethal blow.
But just at that moment.
In the sky, clouds gathered, and a golden hand, entirely formed by Immortal Qi, materialized out of thin air. With irresistible majesty, it gently pinched as if picking a flower, grasping the fragmented Divine Soul.
