The God of the Ruined Temple
Chapter 143

Who the Hell Stole the Manhole Cover?

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But the moment green smoke rose and the talisman caught fire, Tang Changsheng knew an enemy was coming. The window faced south, so it was the Vermilion Bird Life-Guarding Talisman that burned. A tiny silhouette of the Vermilion Bird appeared in the green smoke, gave a mournful cry, and dispersed.

Tang Changsheng's cultivation was still too shallow to bring out the Four Spirits Life-Guarding Method's true power.

But that brief respite was enough for him to use other means.

His four Ghost Soldiers flew out as white silhouettes tinged with gold, meeting the mass of darkness that had passed through the glass.

He had long since refined all four to the level of Grade-D Yin Soldiers and equipped each with a Ghost Artifact. Their strength was nothing to scoff at. In an instant, they surrounded the black mist and gave it a thorough beating.

"Hmph. So you came after all! A step too late, though. You didn't expect this Mage's injuries to heal so quickly, did you?"

That was surely the last thing the Evil God had expected.

Without the Primordial Yang Divine Lamp, he would have had no way to treat his injuries. Unable even to rekindle his own Heavenly Heart, he could only have watched himself deteriorate day by day as the evil power wound itself ever more tightly around him.

In the end, it might even have dragged his soul into the bottomless abyss, never to escape.

"Hmph. No wonder the shadow in my Sea of Consciousness has been so restless... I can't stay here!"

Tang Changsheng muttered to himself, faintly annoyed.

He should have realized earlier that the strange Nightclub was probably a secret base of Ultimate Care.

The police might be able to shut down the Nightclub, but catching people with such uncanny abilities would

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