A generation's Blood God, a Deity Transformation Dao Lord that had lived nearly four thousand years, had perished, and Chen Dengming had been personally involved in the event, lending his aid.
Even Chen Dengming, whose state of mind was extraordinary, couldn't help but feel some ripples of satisfaction and accomplishment at that instant.
And just as the Blood God's form and spirit were utterly extinguished in that moment of demise, the despair and resentment Qi of the numerous Incense Believers surged forth without any outlet, suddenly sweeping in all directions with mournful screams.
Some of this Qi, following the extinguishing flames of the lamps, attempted to rush into the Hall of Human Heart but were repeatedly repelled, unable to enter its gates and, with no direction, gradually dissipated.
"Incense Fire Recoil..."
