The ground shook without end, and waves of terrifying aura spread out like the tide, making the world itself seem to turn cold. Dust and smoke filled the air, obscuring countless places.
After everything settled, a pit several thousand meters wide and hundreds of meters deep had appeared in the ground. The inside of the pit was covered in sword marks, looking exceedingly terrifying, with wisps of sword qi still lingering within.
The three goddesses of time lay on the ground, covered in blood and unconscious.
The three of them were of great use to Zhao Fu, so naturally, he could not kill them. He had merely severely wounded them.
The fat cat let out worried, sorrowful meows, looking somewhat pitiful.
It was also deeply remorseful and guilty now. Everything had happened because it had stolen the wine, yet it did not know that Zhao Fu had set a trap to catch it—the target had been it all along, and whether it stole the wine or not had little to do with it.
Zhao Fu stepped forward to inspect the three goddesses of time's injuries. First, he sealed their powers, then fed them some spirit medicine to heal their wounds and propped their bodies against a large boulder.
Their injuries were too severe, and they needed some time to recover before they could awaken. Zhao Fu could only leave them to one side and wait until their injuries had healed before subduing them.
Zhao Fu turned his gaze toward the statue of the Time Lord God. Though he did not know how much power of the time inheritance the three goddesses had received, the fact that this statue had not disappeared meant that inheritance power still remained.
Zhao Fu did not intend to give this up. Possessing the power of