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"Dad, who do you think will win?"

With four god-level beings fighting above and two immortals providing protection, A Long was relaxed enough to ask his elder such a question.

By now, Dad had returned to his seat and had the girl beside him brew a cup of hot tea. He said indifferently, "A Long! Which divine system rules Demon Capital? And which divine system is the strongest in the world right now? Does Dad really need to answer such a simple question?"

"Besides, after tonight, it'll be Mid-Autumn Festival, won't it?"

Dad's abrupt words left A Long stunned for a moment. "What's wrong with Mid-Autumn Festival?"

"Mid-Autumn Festival means eating mooncakes, and we haven't prepared any at all. So why aren't you hurrying out to buy Dad some mooncakes? Are you planning to buy them tomorrow instead?"

After chasing A Long out of the house, Dad watched Jin Guang Immortal wrestle hand-to-hand with the evil god, feeling somewhat uneasy.

Among the four immortals governing the Central Plains, one is actually a Corpse Hou who attained the Dao? Is it really all right to release him at a time like this?

In this world, the Mid-Autumn Festival was not only a time of reunion, but also a festival for worshipping the moon. In ages past, on this day, the Moon God would repay the gods, scattering moonlight across the earth while yin lunar energy blanketed the void. It was the time of year when yin energy was at its heaviest.

And Corpse Hou, as beast-path zombies with the weakest humanity and poorest reason among all zombies...

Could he truly fight without being affected by the special environment around him?

That was what Dad was worried about.

Once Jin Guang Immortal lost control, the battle above Demon Capital might turn into