The Upper True Gods' rapid descent gradually slowed.
Nan Longhua and the other Upper True Gods all breathed a sigh of relief...
They had truly been terribly unlucky this time. They had only just entered the Tree Hole at the center of Ruo Wood when they encountered such a crisis.
"That was a narrow escape from death!"
"I almost died. One Tooth Cicada practically skimmed across my forehead!"
"I wonder how many fell?"
The Upper True Gods' faces filled with relief.
"The explosions rang out forty-seven times. Including the one whose head Dongfang Gui tore off earlier, forty-eight people fell in total," an Upper True God nearby said indifferently.
Not all the Upper True Gods were panicking.
Some Upper True Gods had endured trials beyond the imagination of ordinary people, and had long since taken life and death lightly. Even at a time of such peril, they still had the leisure to keep count.
Luo Zheng looked at that Upper True God in surprise. He had also been counting the number of dead just now.
The number of fallen was indeed forty-eight. Forty-three had been from first-tier Lineages, while five had been scions of Noble Families.
That Upper True God was extremely small and thin, with an utterly unremarkable appearance. His eyes, no larger than soybeans, gleamed with vigor. No one knew which Lineage he came from, and Luo Zheng had not noticed him before.
With a light turn of the long sword beneath his feet, Sword Mastiff transformed into a streak of white light and arrived before Luo Yan. He cupped his hands toward her and said, "Thank you for your help just now. If you hadn't acted, I'm afraid even more people would have died."
Sword Mastiff had basically confirmed it now.
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