Lan Fuzi's tears streamed down like a breached dam. It was then that Gu Yue, Xiao Wu, Zhu Zhuqing, and Ye Lingling returned with Da Ming, Er Ming, Ah Yin, and Tang Hao.
Seeing Lan Fuzi weeping uncontrollably and the Demon Empress on the verge of death, Xiao Wu wanted to offer some comfort, but she did not know what to say. She could only sigh softly and remain silent, quietly keeping her company.
Xiao Wu and the others thought Lan Fuzi was grieving over the Demon Empress's death. Only Lan Hong understood that what had truly moved Lan Fuzi were the final words the Demon Empress had left behind.
It truly confirmed the saying: when a bird is about to die, its cry is mournful; when a person is about to die, their words are kind.
But at that moment, a sudden change occurred. A massive phantom of a golden trident descended from the sky, completely extinguishing the Demon Empress's last trace of life.
At the same time, Tang San's divine consciousness appeared, looming high above as he spoke with the majesty of a god. "The evil god has been executed. Quickly compose yourselves. Today is the day we conquer the Abyss."
Tang San's appearance at such a time and in such a manner was beyond Lan Hong's expectations.
Did he really think this was intimidating and cool?
Not only did this accomplish no intimidation whatsoever, it might even provoke everyone's anger.
After all, what he had done was essentially steal the fruits of the sacrifices Cao Dezhi, Cang Xin, Chen Xinjie, and Long Yeyue had made.
Either he should not have interfered, or he should have appeared from the very beginning. Showing up at the end just to deliver that final blow—wasn't that simply making everyone look bad?