It was true: the demigods on Unseen Hill were as rampant as ever.
As he watched the scene erupt into violence, Fu Qian offered his approval, then stayed calmly seated.
Like the invisible blade from before, the strike from above had no visible form—but it was far more powerful than the Clown's billboard slash.
It was hard to say whether this newcomer was a superhero, but he was undoubtedly a demigod.
Fu Qian's radar vision confirmed it. Compared to the demigods outside, this one showed no obvious difference.
But the fact that he was the genuine article only made the question that had puzzled Fu Qian all along even harder to answer: why were there so many high-level transcendent beings on Unseen Hill?
Were they all real, but unable to leave?
This was getting more and more interesting.
And there was another point to remember: quite a few people here seemed to have a different style from those in the outside world. For example—
Fu Qian felt a little sheepish. The long-haired demigod was showing off his power, but Fu Qian still naturally thought of someone else: Mirror Knight Ballard, with whom he had once enjoyed many a pleasant conversation.
Green Ballard.
What a pity. That friend of justice had truly vanished from the world.
Roar—
Fu Qian's heartfelt remembrance was interrupted by a strange, booming noise.
The struggle before had been silent, making him wonder if the carriage devourer lacked vocal organs.
Now it seemed the only reason was that it hadn't been hit hard enough.
From where Fu Qian sat, he could clearly see that although the thing had become a smooth lump, the blow from above had still punched straight through the roof and undercarriage, leaving it more open than a convertible.
The torn edges splashed and