Slaying a Mystic God

These traitors were indeed cautious. After receiving the plea for help, they had only sent avatars instead of coming in person. These avatars had no distinguishing features and would leave behind no evidence. Even if they were killed, it would not matter.

Moreover, when the avatars died, thick black smoke billowed out, serving as an optical illusion.

The black smoke quickly spread, blocking both vision and spiritual detection. Like smoke bombs, it created an opportunity for Mu Qingsong and the other two.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Several Black-Clad Avatars all exploded, and the black smoke they released intertwined, filling the entire hall with choking haze.

"Run!"

Mu Qingsong and the other two seized the chance and tried to escape. They charged toward an opening that had been blasted out during the earlier battle.

Without any special means, they might really have escaped.

Fortunately, this was the Wind Emperor Divine Palace, which possessed special sensory methods. Yun Feiyang could accurately sense everything happening within the darkness and immediately sent the Array Spirits to pursue and stop them.

The twelve Array Spirits combined were equivalent to three Mystic Gods attacking together. They forcibly stopped Mu Qingsong and the other two, blocking their path and causing them to miss their chance.

"Scatter!"

Fan Lang unleashed a sword-energy storm that swept in all directions. The Golden Sun War Lion also helped, opening its jaws wide to devour the surrounding black smoke.

The black smoke quickly dissipated, and light returned to the hall. Looking again at Mu Qingsong and the others, all three were furious and frustrated.

"Those lowly people really are unreliable. They only sent avatars, and such weak ones at that. They were wiped out in an instant."

"Do we have any other options?"

"I'll go talk to Fan Lang again."

**"We are Holy