When they saw the giant attack, Meng Fangqi and the others were overcome with terror. They hurriedly cried out to the blood shadow, their voices hoarse with panic: "Lord Blood God, save us!"
However, the blood shadow merely glanced at them indifferently, showing no intention of saving them. Instead, he gave a disdainful snort. "You insignificant ants aren't worth wasting my power to save! You're of no use to me anymore. So what if you die?"
Seeing his attitude, Meng Fangqi and the others felt as though cold water had been poured over them. In an instant, they were chilled to the bone.
They were suddenly filled with regret and despair.
They regretted trusting the demon's words, making a pact with a tiger, and betraying the Wizard God.
But their regret lasted only a moment. The giant's palm came crashing down without mercy, crushing every last one of them into a bloody pulp...
Not far away, Lan Tianzheng and the others had just arrived. Seeing the sudden turn of events before them, they were dumbstruck, staring in disbelief with their eyes wide open.
"H-how could this happen!? Three Wizard Gods were ambushed, and their hearts were ripped out!"
Lan Tianzheng murmured in a daze, but the next moment, intense fury erupted within him. He roared at the sky, "Meng Fangqi, you damned old bastard! You actually conspired with demons and ambushed the Wizard God! You deserve to die!!!"
Even though Meng Fangqi and the others had been killed by the Wu giant, Lan Tianzheng still couldn't contain his anger.
The Wizard God was supreme in his heart.
But he had arrived just a little too late. He hadn't been able to warn the Wizard Gods in time, and three of them had been ambushed and had their hearts ripped out.