The Excretion of Myriad Spirits

Tang Qi woke from his "omniscient" state. Upon realizing that his subordinates had met with disaster, anger was not the only thing that appeared on his face; there was also confusion. The scene reflected in his eyes at that moment was simply too unbelievable.

Furnace Witch!

In the Mystic Side, those four words represented far more than just a supernatural profession.

Whether the Order Faction or the Chaos Faction, neither would provoke them without good reason.

And even when they did, it usually meant a collective siege.

Something like sacrificing a Furnace Witch could never have happened in the Dark Age.

"Sacrificing a Furnace Witch brings no benefits. Instead, it will anger the Master of the Furnace, the most hot-tempered existence among Master Level deities... but things are indeed different now. The Master of the Furnace has been locked in the Little Black Room by the gods working together."

"The 'evil gods' hidden in Boundless Mystery don't dare seek revenge in the Little Black Room, so they're venting their anger on Furnace Witches first?"

Even as the thought arose, Tang Qi reacted immediately.

For his first move, his avatar, having completed its final "spellcasting," instantly returned from Pennsylvania, the last gathering point.

For his second move, he once again summoned a Divinity Tentacle, which wriggled toward the site of the incident.

Time rewound to approximately a few minutes earlier.

Appa State, Delaware City, one of the Federation's ten major cities.

This was one of the Federation's oldest human settlements. Countless major historical events had taken place in this city, both before and after the Federation was established. It had even been the Federation's capital before the special district was founded.

Naturally, as the core city of the Delaware metropolitan area, it had become one of the Furnace Legion's gathering