As a father, I just want to quietly watch you live a long life

The numerous raindrops were torn apart as a figure shot towards them with the speed of a cannonball, the air vibrating and forming expanding ripples!

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—

Several figures landed, rapidly approaching.

Divinity intertwined behind them, twisting into a blurred Divine Minister.

With a voluptuous figure too plump to see her feet, Gong Yunli frowned, her robe as a Minor Supervisor fluttering loudly in the heavy rain and wind.

”Iʼm late.”

Gongyang Liancheng next to her also sank into a somber mood, pinching his beard.

Approaching the edge of the deep pit, he saw the mangled flesh within the ruins and couldnʼt help but twitch at the corner of his eyes.

He narrowed his eyes, his fingers seemingly grasping at nothing, and instantly a ball of airflow converged in his palm.

His Divine Sense overflowed, sensing the materials and scents within the sphere of airflow. His expression turned strange.

”Arsenic, Sudden Green Powder, Carbuncle Top Red, lime... and Divine Crystal Powder, vicious methods, and the lingering divinity of the ʼThree-Eyed Fierce True Lordʼ in the air...”

”The one who made the move is undoubtedly the Bull Demon,” Gongyang Liancheng analyzed.

”The Bull Demon? That Bull Demon... dared to kill someone in the Illusory Phase Realm?”

Junior Supervisor Gong Yunli was incredibly surprised, covering her mouth in astonishment. The Bull Demon... was that fierce?

”A gravely wounded Illusory Phase,” Gongyang Liancheng solemnly added.

After Li Qingshanʼs hammer strike, Liu Jinsongʼs Illusory Phase shattered, and his Divine Force could probably only exert less than thirty percent of its power. His Grandmaster-level flesh was also hammered by Li Qingshan until he coughed up blood.

In all aspects, he was far from his peak, so calling him gravely wounded was no exaggeration.

”But that the Bull Demon managed it, is quite impressive! He even dared to stage an ambush when the Fishing Gangʼs experts had cast their net wide to catch him. Impressive indeed,” Gong Yunli exclaimed.

A gust of wind whizzed by, and Li Qingshan arrived with his hands behind his back, wearing a cat-faced mask, hiding the Ram Horn Hammer in his sleeves.

Looking down into the pit at Liu Jinsongʼs dead state.

The expression beneath Li Qingshanʼs mask was almost shockingly twisted.