"So you weren't dead after all. Zhou You deliberately put on an act and fooled every one of us!"
When Liu Fengji saw Liu Jingguo, who had supposedly risen from the dead, standing before him, his heart shook. He instinctively voiced the "truth" he had guessed. Not only was Liu Jingguo alive, her strength had undergone an earth-shaking transformation.
There were at least twenty Strong Martial experts among the Witchman powerhouses who had attacked this time, led by a Strong Martial Eighth Heaven expert.
Whether in total numbers or in the number of experts at each realm, they outnumbered them by more than ten to one.
Such a force fit the Witchmen's style—once they found their target, they would throw everything into wiping it out.
Originally, Liu Fengji and his companions were doomed to die tonight.
Yet Liu Jingguo had descended from nowhere and, in just a few strokes, slaughtered all the attacking great witches, casually piling their corpses by the roadside.
The surviving resistance martial artists broke out in cold sweat and looked at Liu Jingguo with reverence.
"Disperse separately. After shaking off your tails, gather at the agreed safe location. Don't forget to bring supplies."
Liu Fengji was the leader of this base. Knowing that the Witchmen had discovered their hidden nest, he understood that they had to relocate at once.
He swiftly gave the order, and the martial artists under his command quickly departed.
Liu Jingguo said nothing, quietly watching as he calmly directed everything. Within moments, the base had been completely evacuated, leaving not a third living soul behind.
"Jingguo, the Liu Family is gone, but you're still alive. Wonderful, wonderful!"
Seeing her again, Liu Fengji cast their old struggles and grievances behind him, happy only to see family once more.
His chest felt ready to