Zhao Fu, cloaked in a cape, landed before the group. The squad of guards recognized him as well, and their expressions showed some surprise. They immediately stopped, lowered their heads, and cupped their fists in salute. "Greetings, Lord God! May we ask what business you have with our god?"
Hearing this, Zhao Fu said with a faint smile, "You may withdraw first. I have something to discuss with your god."
One of the guards said apologetically, "Our god is currently drunk and unable to speak with you, Lord God. Please return with your people for now. Once our god awakens, we will report this to him."
Zhao Fu said nothing more and walked directly toward the carriage.
The squad of guards also sensed that something was wrong and immediately said, "Please stop, Lord God. Our god is drunk and not in a state to speak."
Zhao Fu ignored them and continued forward.
The guard stretched out a hand to stop Zhao Fu, his expression solemn as he said, "Lord God, if you continue like this, we will have to take action."
Zhao Fu smiled disdainfully. An enormous surge of fiendish aura erupted from him, roaring forward like a tidal wave. In but an instant, it swallowed the squad of guards.
Countless strands of fiendish aura poured into their bodies, immediately robbing them of control over themselves and leaving them stiffly rooted in place, unable to move.
Cloud God, who had been sleeping drunkenly in the carriage, was a delicate-looking young man. Suddenly sensing this terrifying power, he immediately jolted awake. Pulling aside the curtain, he saw Zhao Fu before him, as well as the guards frozen rigidly in place.
Cloud God sensed that something was amiss and immediately tried to flee.
But a pair of terrifying eyes locked onto him,