Demon Heaven! Pang Jian!

Mou Qi left in a blaze of fury.

"Lord Hemo Tian, you...?" the Sun God cried softly, at a loss.

Hemo Tian, with three heads and six arms, stood in the center of the Moon Temple in his condensed devil body.

Every one of his faces had turned vicious and terrifying, filling all who saw them with dread.

Even his breathing had grown heavy, devilfire spilling from his mouth and nostrils. His condition seemed exceedingly unstable.

"Get out!"

Hemo Tian shot the Sun God a glare.

Sensing that something was wrong, the Sun God, as though granted a pardon, transformed into a streak of solar radiance and flew out of the temple.

"Hemo Tian, what exactly are you doing? Is it necessary to offend Mou Qi over a Han Yi?" Zi Mo was dumbfounded, finding it utterly baffling.

He had known this great devil god for a long time and knew Hemo Tian was not the reckless sort. Yet Hemo Tian had clearly done something foolish just now.

"Zi Mo, go out first. Let Han Yi, Yingyue, and me speak alone for a while."

Hemo Tian's other two faces closed their eyes with slight difficulty.

With his final face, he pointed outside the hall and said between labored breaths, "Zi Mo, keep an eye on Mou Qi for me."

"Alright!"

Zi Mo drifted away.

He did not know the reason behind it, but his friendship with Hemo Tian outweighed that with Mou Qi. He believed Hemo Tian would surely give him a reasonable explanation afterward.

Inside the temple, now emptied of the three deities.

Hemo Tian dropped down with a boom. His six arms crossed before his chest, constantly shifting as they formed all manner of intricate devil-path hand seals.

His vast devil consciousness and devil soul appeared through other