Lu Zhenbei's figure was becoming increasingly illusory and transparent beneath the shroud of golden light, yet his gaze remained fixed firmly on the Profound Fire Demon God.
He gripped the halberd in his hand and roared, "We came here today to stop you completely before your revival. Unless we reached the final moment, we would never have used this trump card. Once it is used, everyone will be forcibly teleported away, with no room for turning back."
"But circumstances have forced our hand. We have no choice but to leave!"
As he spoke, his gaze abruptly turned incomparably sharp, his hatred soaring into the heavens. "But Xuanfire, listen well! You killed Jiang Bei, and this debt is far from settled! Everyone in the Myriad Forms Bureau will never let you go! We will fight you to the bitter end, until death!"
The moment his words fell, the golden light suddenly flared to its utmost brilliance, completely swallowing everyone within it.
Then, the golden radiance violently contracted into a single point before vanishing completely from the skies above Hellfire Mountain.
The entire foot of the mountain was left empty and desolate, with only smoke and dust filling the heavens.
The people of the Myriad Forms Bureau, along with those several hundred thousand civilians, had all vanished without a trace.
Mu Chiyu withdrew his gaze from the distance and turned to the Profound Fire Demon God, his brows slightly furrowed as he said anxiously, "Lord Demon God, are we really just letting them go? This is a perfect opportunity to wipe out the Myriad Forms Bureau! They were just crushed by a single blow from you. Their morale is at its lowest, and their fighting strength is at its weakest. If we press our victory and pursue them now, the Myriad Forms