They could only watch helplessly as the other party 'flew' further and further away.
Liang Shixian did not care. His eyes were red as he charged forward.
All the worshippers who blocked his way were knocked away by him.
......
" A fourth rank flying zombie, this God Worship Sect has really put in a lot of effort..."
At the same time, on the roof of a certain building.
A middle-aged man with thick hair squatted on the roof and clicked his tongue.
"But Jiruo, isn't this a little too much? The situation would get out of control, right? Will something happen to my sister?"
"Call me Old Ji." The white-haired youth corrected him." Don't worry. Even if something really happens, I can fix the world line with a phone call and let everything start over again. So don't worry, Old Liang."
"So who are you talking to on the phone?"
