Whoosh! Whoosh!
Six continuous pillars of light rose from the distance, enclosing the entire area.
"Who are you? How did you sneak in? What do you want?"
The Archbishop looked at the rising pillars of light, visibly anxious.
It was not that he was cowardly. Anyone could tell at a glance that the other side had come prepared.
At the same time, he could not understand how they had slipped past the scouts and entered.
"My target is, of course... Him!"
Tang Ping's finger slowly swept past the Archbishop on the altar before pointing at the ten-meter-tall blood-colored statue.
The Undead God!
To others, it looked hideous and terrifying.
But to him, it was nothing less than an incomparably precious supplement and material.
He almost drooled.
Not only could it serve as the best material for elevating the essence of the soul, it could also be used as material for high-grade ninja tools and Extraordinary Organs.
All in all, it could be regarded as a treasure on par with Hashirama Cells, perhaps even more precious—except it could not be replicated.
With something this good, it was no wonder Tang Ping was practically drooling.
At that moment, his gaze grew even firmer.
From now on, the Land of Lightning would be an Evil God breeding ground. He said so, and no one would be able to change it.
"How dare you show disrespect to the great Undead God!"
The Archbishop shouted furiously. He had not expected this fellow who had suddenly appeared to be so bold.
This was outright blasphemy.
Still, he was no fool. He knew that if the other side dared to appear at such a time, those pillars of light might be their reliance.
"Go destroy those pillars of light!"
He gave the order in a low voice.