When the four patriarchs finally managed to respond, they gnashed their teeth while looking at Li Yunmu's disappearing silhouette.
"That bastard fooled us!"
As those words were spoken, a miserable shriek reached their ears.
Jiao Xiu turned his head and examined Yan Xiu's expression as the mid stage god flew through the sky. It distorted when he halted in midair. Jiao Xiu frowned when suddenly a sad melody began to play in the surroundings. The divine technique struck Yan Xiu, and he was immediately turned into ashes.
An enormous pressure descended then, dispersing the clouds in the sky.
Before the four clan patriarchs could respond, the surroundings filled up with human silhouettes. The four stared at them until the figures turned into gods. Among them, a banner appeared, and it had the word 'Lakshmi' written on it.
