After the Ten Great Gods and Demons bombarded the Yunlan River with a million hidden weapons, they were actually still afraid Fang Che might not be dead. They would rather overturn the river than leave his corpse anything but pulverized!
Such determination was enough to make anyone feel chilled to the bone.
Watching Fang Che's corpse instantly turn to dust, Yang Luoyu and Dong Changfeng let out long, grief-stricken howls: "Fang Che!!"
At the same time, they launched desperate attacks on the Ten Great Gods and Demons.
The Ten Great Gods and Demons joined forces to resist them, laughing uproariously as they slowly drifted toward the opposite bank above the Yunlan River, fending off attacks as they went.
One of them laughed loudly. "Lord Dong! Lord Yang! Your Guardians pursued Fang the Butcher on such a massive scale and refused to let him off no matter what. Now that we've killed him, we've done your Guardians a great favor! Never mind that the two of you aren't thanking us—why are you attacking us instead?"
Dong Changfeng was so heartbroken he could not speak.
He only attacked with all his might.
One of them laughed loudly. "Dong Changfeng, what use is it for you to fight us so desperately? Ask yourself—were we the ones who killed Fang the Butcher?"
The nine Gods and Devils beside him laughed together. "Hahahaha... That's right! Were we the ones who killed Fang the Butcher?!"
Those words suddenly left Dong Changfeng feeling utterly powerless.
Yes, it was the people from the Sole True Sect who had delivered the final blow. That much was undeniable.
But how had Fang Che died? Could it truly be said that the people from the Sole True Sect had killed him?
The Ten Great Gods and Demons laughed uproariously, reveling in