As the last wisp of heat flowed into his body, the statue before Zhang Yu exploded with a crash, turning into a pile of dust.
He withdrew his hand and put his gloves back on.
He sensed that the source energy contained within this statue was not particularly abundant. In the Blood Sun Divine Kingdom, it would at most have been an ordinary deity, nowhere near Blood Sun's three great chief gods.
No wonder that golden feather had merely shattered the statue before flying away. Clearly, it had not taken this foreign god very seriously.
But this was merely an isolated temple standing on the outskirts. It likely belonged only to a foreign god responsible for guarding the perimeter, so its strength could not reveal the limits of the foreign gods here.
He walked out of the temple, tapped his toe against the ground, and soared into the sky once more, flying in the direction those cultivators had gone.
Judging by the traces observed through the Foresight Seal, at least half a day had passed since that slaughter.
Those cultivators had likely been trying to kill the natives along the way so their tracks would not be exposed. Thus, he could speed up somewhat over the next stretch of road.
Another quarter-hour later, he entered a wetland dotted with lakes. White longboats drifted by the shores, flower petals blanketed the lakeside, and a far larger temple rose from the bank.
It should have been a beautiful scene, yet it had now been ruined. The temple had collapsed, broken pillars buried in the mud, and mangled corpses lay everywhere. Blood glowing with a faint sheen streamed down the riverbank and into the lake.
From the sky, Zhang Yu saw the enormous head of a foreign god lying before the temple. Its