"Where did the Angel God and that white-haired fellow go?"
Golden Crocodile Douluo and the others watching from afar were all puzzled. Qian Daoliu, however, seemed to see things most clearly. "They must have entered another space..."
"Great Enshrined, who do you think will win?"
At those words, Chrysanthemum Douluo and the other enshrined elders of Spirit Hall all turned toward Qian Daoliu. Faced with that question, however, he fell silent. Only after a long while did he shake his head and say gravely, "I don't know either, but I hope the Angel God wins."
Qian Daoliu's words clearly lacked confidence. Golden Crocodile Douluo and the others understood the meaning behind them, and they, too, fell silent. Some prayed inwardly, Angel God, you have to win...
After all, the Angel God represented their Spirit Hall. If she lost and a powerful enemy set his sights on them, Spirit Hall would surely meet a grim end.
Yet the final outcome would only leave their hopes shattered.
As they watched the battlefield intently, the void suddenly rippled. A black portal formed from pixel-like squares appeared, revealing Ling Feng. But the goddess Qian Daoliu and the others had always worshipped showed no further sign of life.
"The Angel God... lost?!"
Chrysanthemum Douluo stared at the battlefield for quite some time, yet there was no trace of the Angel God, only Ling Feng. He nearly broke down.
Panic began spreading among the other elders and enshrined elders. Qian Daoliu's face, too, was ashen.
Suddenly, he felt an icy gaze sweep toward him. Looking closely, he realized Ling Feng had noticed them. Qian Daoliu's spirit shuddered involuntarily.
Chrysanthemum Douluo and the others sensed it as well. As though Ling Feng's gaze had pierced straight through their bodies, they stood motionless, staring at him in terror.