The two of them nodded at Wang Ye.
The killing intent slowly dissipated.
Lu Dongbin brushed back his long hair, seeming to recover his former carefree manner, then strode into the city.
"Comrade Little Mao, keep working hard!"
As he stood before Mao Yong'an, Lu Dongbin paused slightly, patted his shoulder earnestly, then headed toward the city center.
Zhou Han was always half a step behind Lu Dongbin, her aura restrained.
But—
The two of them became the focus of the entire scene almost instantly.
After all, the commotion caused by that killing intent had been a little too great.
"The Daoist sect."
"Ah, forget it."
Wang Ye muttered to himself. His expression remained unchanged, and he eventually shook his head.
Outside the city, a brilliant golden light shone in the distance.
Guanyin approached from afar in spotless white monk's robes, barefoot and gentle-faced. She stood outside the formation and looked at Wang Ye.
"I have seen humanity."
"Though darkness still remains, faith endures."
"I ultimately could not let go of the knot in my Dao heart. Perhaps I cannot protect humanity, but I can slay gods."
"When gods perish, humanity lives."
"When I perish, all things become empty."
"Today, Guanyin enters the city to fight for herself."
With a soft sigh, a Golden Lotus bloomed beneath her feet as she walked into the city.
The air rippled faintly.
The formation activated.
Guanyin simply stood within the formation, completely motionless.
Her progress appeared extremely slow.
Yet Lu Wu, not far away, wore an increasingly strange expression.
What kind of monster was this now?
Even Lu Dongbin had merely walked through the formation, but this woman seemed to be savoring it, enjoying the formation itself.
Wang Ye fell silent.
A faint suspicion had already arisen in his heart. Perhaps