But no matter how it struggled, it was useless.
It was as if an invisible, giant hand had sealed it tightly.
Then, with a heavy squeeze...
CRACK!
Something seemed to have shattered.
The currents of water dissipated without warning. The raindrops falling from the sky began to rise back up, becoming ownerless.
Everything fell silent.
The Evil God's aura vanished.
Without a doubt, the Ancient Well Type Evil God had been defeated.
At that moment, everyone watched the scene unfold, not daring to speak, as if trying their best to process the situation.
The Zhenyue Bureau's Steward turned to Senior Brother He. "Are you sure you fought your way out on your own?"
He pointed toward the twisted part of the forest. "Under these circumstances?"
Senior Brother He swallowed and said, "I suspect my Heart Spirit was attacked by the Ancient Well Type Evil God."
Sensing the aura from the forest, he felt the probability of him fighting his way out was too low.
