Nearly a million followers of the Fallen God Temple and their families were slaughtered by the fallen god. Their blood and souls were all seized by him.
Only when the power of that strange summoning magic array gradually weakened, and the fallen god lost his foothold in this world, was his body slowly covered by a thick layer of blood plasma before burrowing back underground, returning to the unknown space where he had hidden himself.
All that remained in the air was his faint muttering: "Two more summonings like this, two more sacrifices like this, and I'll be able to remain on the surface permanently without relying on the magic array's power... Two more summonings like this, my followers! I sensed the aura of gods! Those traitors, those damned things!"
The dragons streaked toward Flame City, while Mr. Mo once again cast a water-element illusion to conceal the great host of dragons.
The Yan Clan members Lin Qi had taken away looked at one another, unable to speak. They had personally watched more than ninety percent of their clansmen die at the fallen god's hands. Those clansmen had originally had a chance to escape—Long Yan and the others had already rushed over to rescue them—but Elder Wu of the Fallen God Temple had forcibly kept them there.
Lin Qi tossed Yan Chixing onto a dragon's back, then gave the Yan Clan members standing behind him a few helpless, bitter laughs.
"I am deeply sorry for this outcome. I truly wanted to rescue all of your clansmen, but the Fallen God Temple has gone mad enough to unleash such a terrifying creature to stop us."
He shrugged innocently at the crowd and let out a long sigh. "Does any of you know what that fallen god actually is?"
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