"Friend Jiang, your strength is somewhat beyond expectations."
The hexagonal altar.
The several City Gods watching this battle were all showing shocked expressions as well. None of them had expected Jiang Qiao to kill the Fourth Grandma of Fengyin Mountain in such a short time.
One had to know.
These Ghost-Carriers of the Mountain Ghosts were not easy to deal with.
Every one of them was Ninth Rank.
Even they—
Even within their own jurisdictions—
Could absolutely not kill Fourth Grandma in such a short time.
But...
How long had this battle lasted?
Had it been five minutes?
"Are people of the Daoist sect really this frightening? I feel like I couldn't have blocked that move just now." The female City God of Ling Palace Prefecture knitted her brows tightly, the image of the Thunder Pool expanding at the end constantly surfacing in her mind.
At that instant.
She had sensed a Great Terror that seemed to split heaven and earth apart, renew all things, and render every rule completely invalid.
Although it had been very brief.
Extremely brief.
So brief that she had thought it was merely an illusion.
The impact it brought, however, had left her mind trembling.
It was difficult to calm down.
"This man was hiding his abilities. Just now, he used the Thunder Art to turn it into a cage, seemingly intending to trap us. Although he didn't say so outright, I'm afraid he has become wary of us," said the Youxin Prefectural City God.
"Let's not worry about him for now." Yan Yishu was also somewhat shaken. After taking several deep breaths, he stared at Jiang Qiao's back and said, "Killing those people on the other side and obtaining the Demon Tower is what matters most."
"With the heart inside the Demon Tower, the