As Jiang Qiao walked a tightrope over the Abyss.
On the other battlefield.
When the Demon Tower arrived, Gongsun Xiang, the City God of Beihu Prefecture, stared furiously at the three men lying motionless on the ground with yellow paper talismans stuck to their faces. He roared, "How dare you!"
His voice trembled and twisted.
It carried an intense, uncontrollable fear!
These three men.
He knew them!
And he wasn't the only one who knew them.
Everyone present knew them!
There were sixteen City Gods in the Small World. Six were currently on the golden pyramid altar opposite them, and seven were on the Demon Tower, making thirteen in total. Three City Gods had never shown up.
He had originally thought.
Those three had chosen to sit on the fence.
They planned to appear only after the victor had been decided, or when victory was about to be determined.
But he had never expected...
"You!"
"You killed them?"
Gongsun Xiang pointed shakily at the Great Grandmother of Fengyin Mountain, then looked toward the City God of Mingzhou Prefecture beside her. In disbelief, he said, "You... you... You worked with Fengyin Mountain to hunt down City Gods?"
"Hey!"
"That's a strange thing to say."
The Great Grandmother of Fengyin Mountain gave a somewhat mocking laugh. "You're standing on this Demon Tower. Aren't you planning to hunt down those City Gods opposite us?"
"That's not the same!"
The City God of Doukui Prefecture, who had spoken very little since the battle began, spoke up:
"Killing Yan Yishu was part of the plan. Everyone agreed to it after discussion. But you killed these three on your own without notifying us. That was an unexpected event outside the plan."
"These are two entirely different matters!"
"Exactly!" Gongsun Xiang immediately understood as well. "You acted