Alchemists and Magic Warriors

Above the vast sea, Miao Ruyan and Yan Feng, who had been locked in fierce battle, suddenly stopped.

The reason was simple: the celestial palace in the sky had suddenly vanished.

It was not just the Church of Truth's side; even the Douluo Federation's side wore stunned expressions.

Liu Xiaoxiao, clad in a Red Mecha, descended from higher up. Yun Ming and the others had already been sent back into the Undead Demiplane, though they were in a different space from Ao Wuchang's group, separated by spatial barriers. There was no need to worry about them encountering one another.

"This much was still within your expectations, wasn't it, Grand Magus?" Liu Xiaoxiao asked blandly.

"Well... that depends on how much you people actually know." The Grand Magus stroked his beard.

"Are we parting ways here, or are we fighting until both sides are ruined? Though I highly doubt you have that kind of strength." Liu Xiaoxiao's voice was cold.

Compared with Qi Xiaomin, his fury toward the Church of Truth ran far deeper.

That assassination attempt had caused Zhang Shiwen to die several times in succession and had even plunged her into a long slumber.

This grudge would not be easily settled, and he had no intention of settling it. Though he had not reached the point of indiscriminate attacks, he would show no mercy to the Church of Truth's higher-ups.

"I have a feeling that you and I will fight eventually, but not now." As the Grand Magus spoke, he drifted backward and entered a supersonic Soul Tool Fighter Jet.

The others also entered their fighter jets one after another. Then, the supersonic Soul Tool Fighter Jets departed in formation.

"We're not chasing them?" Qi Xiaomin asked. "No matter what, they're still high-end combat forces of the Church of