Yan Zhe watched the roaring A Shinu with excitement. What a release, what satisfaction! Those crude bastards of the Many-Armed Secret Devil Clan deserved such misfortune. May the gods of the Pishi Divine Clan have already swept away every last bit of their wealth—that would truly clear the mind and delight the heart!
But just then, a bald venerable came racing over in a frenzy, screaming himself hoarse all the way. He laid out, detail by detail, how the lair of the Heavenly Temple gods had been looted clean, without even a single mithril ingot left behind.
Yan Zhe froze, then spat a stream of viscous lava hundreds of miles away in one mouthful.
Black Crow Haiji carried Lin Qi as they sped westward at almost teleportation-like speed. Lin Qi kept looking back toward the Heavenly Temple, deeply disgruntled. What a pity. If he had been given enough time, Lin Qi was confident he could have made the Heavenly Temple and the Many-Armed Secret Devil Clan fight until both sides were battered, perhaps even wipe out both divine clans entirely in the end.
Unfortunately, the world had suddenly undergone too great a change. The land and seas had begun to churn, and the abyssal worlds had actually risen uncontrollably to the surface. Such a transformation was too shocking for Lin Qi to ignore. He could only release the Hell Arena ahead of time and escape.
"What a pity, what a pity!" Lin Qi let out a heavy sigh, then shook his head again and again.
The two black crows flew at an astonishing speed. In no more than the time it took to drink a cup of tea, Lin Qi had returned to the Western Continent. With a light tap of his toe, he sent the two crows flying millions