Lu Chengwen and the others watched the surveillance footage in the basement, dumbfounded.
Those two masked experts were incredible!
Fucking incredible!
What the hell was this!?
They were clearly masters of the Realm of No Gates!
They had summoned these two gods with thirty billion—terrifying!
The few of them exchanged glances and fell silent.
By the time the two started unleashing their ultimate moves, the entire villa was nearly destroyed. Most of the cameras had been sent flying who knew where. Of the two that still had footage, one lay on the ground and could only show the floor, while the other had fallen into some crack and could only show a pile of bricks and rubble.
Long Aotian sighed. "This deal runs too deep. We can't wade into it. Besides, Martial Uncle left us a signal before he went."
Zhao Ritian asked, "What signal?"
"God of Wealth goes first," Lu Chengwen said.
Zhao Ritian's eyes widened. "One of those two is the God of Wealth!?"
Lu Chengwen was puzzled. "But why is the God of Wealth fighting Tianwang's people? And who's the other person?"
The God of Wealth stood behind them, tears streaming from his eyes.
This world was too insane.
Tianwang's people, those two Realm of No Gates experts, their bizarre Martial Uncle, and this bunch of living ancestors in the basement...
Who the fuck had he offended!?
Wasn't Northern Country supposed to be a peaceful place? How had it turned into this!?
Even Lu Chengwen was scared.
People in the Realm of No Gates were far too difficult to deal with.
The key was... you had no idea where their limits lay.
It wasn't like the other levels. At least Four Gates was right there for all to see, so you could roughly grasp where someone stood,