"Senior, how are you? Are you alright?"
Noah asked with concern.
Chen Cheng shook his head and said:
"I'm fine. Those people can't hurt me. Let's hurry and continue on our way."
Hearing Chen Cheng say this, Noah and the others thought of how their magic had suddenly failed just now and found it difficult to speak further.
Just as Chen Cheng was about to lead Liphia and the others onward through the teleportation array, he suddenly hesitated before saying:
"Liphia, I'll have to trouble you for a while. Let's fly instead."
Liphia shook her head, indicating that it was no problem.
Chen Cheng's group swiftly left the place and continued westward.
However, not long after they departed, an elderly man clad in white divine robes suddenly appeared there.
Anyone familiar with him would know that this newcomer was Hilkov Langlang, one of the Church's Four Divine Envoys—the Western Divine Envoy.
Lang Lang pinched up a little soil from the site of the recent battle, raised it beneath his nose, and sniffed it. Then he closed his eyes, an expression of enjoyment appearing on his face.
"The scent of a god. This scent is truly intoxicating."
He abruptly opened his eyes. The undisguised malice within them was enough to freeze a person's soul solid.
"But how can the cleanup be so sloppy? Everything must be destroyed. That way, the godslayer can only be me."
Lang Lang then rose into the air and cast a great magic capable of moving mountains and filling seas over the hundred-li area previously covered by Chen Cheng's Divine Kingdom. In an instant, a small earthquake erupted across that area. Every mountain, river, and landform underwent fundamental changes, leaving no trace of what had been there before.
Lang Lang withdrew his hand and looked over his