"Lu Baoyou!!"
The laughing reserve team members froze at the sight, then cried out and reached for him.
However, one figure moved even faster!
An afterimage flashed past everyone. Steadily catching Lu Baoyou's falling body, the figure held him fast. Only then did the gust from that movement sweep over the others' faces. When they saw who stood before them, shock filled their eyes.
Lin Qiye, who had just been sitting blankly in his wheelchair, had actually caught Lu Baoyou. A rare glimmer of reason shone in his silent, hollow eyes.
"Lu Baoyou!!" Fang Mo immediately rushed forward and began carefully examining him.
Lu Baoyou's eyes were tightly shut, his eyelids trembling as if he were trapped in a painful nightmare. Beads of sweat slid from his temples, soaking the corner of Lin Qiye's clothes.
"Was he ambushed?!" Su Zhe abruptly turned and scanned the surroundings, but found no enemies.
"No, that's not it... His Divine Realm is fluctuating." A pair of heterochromatic pupils appeared in Fang Mo's eyes. He frowned as he stared at Lu Baoyou's body and muttered, "Fallen Angel Lucifer... is dead?"
There was only one possibility for a proxy's Divine Realm to fluctuate so violently: the god they represented had died.
"Lucifer's dead? Then won't Lu Baoyou directly obtain the Law of Demons and become a god in one step?!" Su Zhe seemed to think of something. "Wasn't Senior King Mask made a god that way?"
"It's different! If Lu Baoyou truly obtained the laws now, he'd probably collapse into the Dao instantly. He's nowhere near that stage yet." Fang Mo decisively shook his head.
At the same time, Lu Baoyou, still in Lin Qiye's arms, suddenly opened his eyes and began gasping violently.
"How are you?" Li Zhenzhen asked anxiously.
"I'm fine... I just saw