Crack, crack, crack!
Whenever Zi Zhen's body transformed, she instantly changed from a cute girl into the most savage hellish fiend.
Scales, claws, bone spurs, fangs... she was a pure combat machine!
Moreover, Li Tianming discovered that the Violet Bramble Mask truly deserved to be hers. Once she wore it, the purple mist concealed her so flawlessly that one could barely tell she was a Ghost God.
"Are there Ghost Gods in the Ancestral Realm too?" The Zhantian Gods Clan members charging at her were extremely surprised.
"Perhaps there are!"
Just as they were still doubtful, two vast, top-tier Illusory Gods abruptly spread out, sealing the cave entrance and extending into the depths of the cavern, forcing all five Zhantian Gods Clan members into the Illusory Gods' range of control!
"An Illusory God cultivator?" Yu Qing frowned coldly.
The cultivation systems of these Ancestral Realm natives were more complicated than they had imagined. They had assumed that the remnants of the Yanhuang God Clan mainly possessed dual-god bloodlines, cultivating both lifebound beasts and totems.
"With this mask, they can't even discover Little Fish's identity as a Huan Tian God Clan member?" To Li Tianming, this was an unexpected delight.
An Illusory God cultivator was not necessarily a Huan Tian God Clan member!
Thus, since she was not a Huan Tian God Clan member, no one would naturally connect her to Tianjiu.
Whether it was her, Li Tianming, or Zi Zhen, their greatest goal at this stage remained strengthening themselves. Only then would they be qualified to contend against the entire Eightfold Gods.
"Hurry up. Don't let us finish fighting while you still haven't even cleared your little soldiers." As Weisheng Moran controlled the Illusory Gods, she softly said this to Zi Zhen.
"Hehe."
Zi Zhen gritted her teeth, fury burning