From afar, a figure whooshed through the air, speeding towards them—it was Li Tian Gang.
The roar of Li Hao's anger had echoed through the entire city, naturally, he had heard it too. When he paid attention, he saw the consecutive battles break out behind him.
The sacrifice formation he had been setting up naturally came to a halt, after all, with those demons slain, there was no longer a need to summon the ancestors.
As his Divine Soul hovered in the sky and he saw Li Hao shielding Li Muxiu from the two demon leaders, and heard the calls of He Jianlan and the others, his heart trembled with the thought—could that young man really be his child who had fallen into that abyss?
At this moment, fueled by surging emotions, he sped towards them riding on flares of fire.
In front of Li Hao, Ji Qingqing, having heard Li Hao's words, felt as if each word were needles piercing her heart, and she couldn't help but say,
