"Dark Pigeon God King, stop right now!"
This stern reprimand not only halted the Dark Pigeon God King but also attracted the gazes of the True Gods who were in the midst of combat, including the severely wounded Eastern King.
Everyone stared in shock at Shen Zhui, unable to comprehend what had just happened.
"What happened?"
"How come the Holy Maiden of the Demon God Palace got captured all of a sudden?"
"Venerable rank? A venerable rank captured Wei Ling?"
"Heavens, we're saved!"
"We don't need to keep fighting..."
A group of True Gods let tears stream down their faces, relieved from the intense torment they had just experienced.
"Isn't that, my ... my twenty-seventh army's deputy general?" Zi Ke stared dumbfoundedly at Shen Zhui in the distance, seeming unable to believe his eyes.
He was covered in wounds, his divine body having been blown up three times. Hearing this news gave him a feeling of deliverance from certain death.