Ever since her husband, the Deep Sea Demonic Whale King, had died, the Demon Empress had treasured her only daughter, Lan Fozi, as the flesh of her heart.
Even though she constantly opposed her and sang a different tune, the Demon Empress still took very good care of Lan Fozi.
She had not revealed her relationship with Lan Fozi within the Holy Spirit Cult, but she made no attempt to conceal her love for her.
This also allowed Lan Fozi to do whatever she wanted in the Holy Cult, even though she was only a rank-97 Titled Douluo.
She did not actually want Lan Fozi to participate in this slaughter either, but she had no choice.
She hated Tang San. She hated this world.
She only wanted to take her daughter back to their former home, the ocean, after taking her revenge and destroying the world.
Ah, my sweet daughter, when will you understand your mother's anguish?
Meanwhile, with Lan Fozi standing in his way, the Ghost Emperor could no longer extract Lin Ming's soul.
Her standing in the Holy Cult was even higher than that of its leader and deputy leader, both Quasi-Gods.
"There really is nothing I can do." The Ghost Emperor spread his hands. "Do as you please."
Besides, what did it matter if they let Lin Ming off?
The kid really was as tough as his mouth.
Although he had cursed them ten thousand times, they were thoroughly convinced.
Fortunately, they had killed the kid. Otherwise, he would surely have become a thorn in the Holy Cult's heart in the future.
Yun Ming had actually done something good.
At least he had eliminated a potential opponent for them.
Meanwhile, Lin Ming had originally planned to leave straight away.
But Lan Fozi had stopped him in his