Master Zhang's expression was solemn as he called out with cupped hands, "Is it a friend from the Tianming Divine Race!? Can you show yourself!?"
Everyone at the scene looked around nervously, hoping that this person hiding in the shadows would voluntarily reveal themselves, as they didn't want to play this deadly game of being singled out by a grim reaper.
Zhao Yiling didn't stop, transforming into a golden lightning bolt as she swiftly advanced, while the golden spear in her hand maintained its imposing aura, a flash of cold light resembling a meteor striking the earth, quickly stabbing towards the gods.
"Ah..."
Instantly, a mournful cry echoed through the heavens and earth.
Everyone present blinked, only to see a god falling beneath Zhao Yiling's spear, and as expected, the golden figure appeared again, grabbing the god's head and beginning to strip everything from him.
