Outside the Immortal Abode Restaurant.
Chu Tinghan had just lifted her feet to walk inside when she suddenly felt the surrounding space turn cold.
This chill was not the result of the weather cooling, but a coldness that came from the depths of the soul.
She slowly raised her head. Opposite the hundred-zhang-tall Supreme Avatar, a twisted, bizarre shadow emerged.
The shadow did not possess a human form at all. It looked like a mass of twisted monsters.
Black tentacles grew from the shadow like clawing palms, reaching toward the Supreme Avatar.
At the same time, waves of obscure, ear-piercing, eerie cries echoed throughout the imperial capital. Every martial artist who heard them felt their minds tremble, and many of them began to see their eyes turn blood-red, falling into an out-of-control state.
"The Evil God of the Witch Sect!"
A sharp glint flashed through Chu Tinghan's eyes.
"Hmph!"
After saying this, the Witch Sect also did not linger, turning and walking out of the private room.
"One is a Holy Son who can't return to his own territory and sect. What difference is there between him being dead and alive?"
"But let me remind you all: stay obediently within the imperial capital. Do not stir up trouble."
Behind the stone pillar, tens of thousands of martial artists clad in white robes knelt on the ground, devoutly worshiping the stone pillar.
If he was forced to make a move, they would most likely have to face a killing move.
Suddenly, a cold snort came from White Deer Academy in the distance within the imperial capital. It seemed to contain boundless might, and in an instant, it shattered the power that the Evil God had spread outward.
"But he was right about one thing!"
The Supreme Avatar slowly faded above the