On the nearly burnt-out ruins of the Xuanming Spirit Swamp, the stench of blood and charred flesh still lingered.
Zheng Huayan frowned, gazing at the cold corpse of Fa Zichen, and the completely drained and empty shell of the Xuanming Divine Turtle, his beautiful face was extremely solemn.
"Heavenly Demon, tell me, was it you?"
He took out an ancient bronze lamp from his bosom, which had no oil but burned with pure dark Demonic Qi as fuel, producing a ghostly purple flame.
Within the flames, several Heavenly Demon phantoms, refined into lamp spirits, twisted and wriggled in pain.
Scorched by the purple fire, the leading Heavenly Demon emitted a silent scream. Instinctively unwilling to answer, it was still compelled by the power of the Divine Weapon to reveal part of the truth: [Who knows... anyway, it wasn't just us]
[Kekeke, you'd better be careful, anyway... if I were you, I wouldn't recklessly save those who might stab you in the back! Hahaha]
