By the shores of White Bird Lake.
Chen Mu looked toward the horizon; that huge eyeball had already been burned to ash by the Seven Emotions Flame.
Lan Zhang's avatar had also been killed by his Netherworld Qi.
But…
Chen Mu raised his head to look at the sky, his brows tightly furrowed.
At some unknown point, the Soul Nourishing Lamp that had been hanging in the heavens had already vanished without a trace.
"No wonder Lan Zhang insisted on tangling with me for so long."
"Putting on that whole show of courtesy before force, negotiating first then striking—turns out it was all for the Soul Nourishing Lamp!"
"Even in the middle of the fight he didn't forget to split his focus and secretly whisk it away."
Looking again at the blood-colored Black Wind Demons rampaging through every corner of White Bird City, Chen Mu's expression grew even uglier.
"His avatar blew out a swarm of blood-colored Black Wind Demons even as it died, just to cause chaos—afraid I'd track him?"
