Watching the blue carp disappear without a trace, as if it had never existed in this world, everyone wore a bewildered expression.
'What the hell? Where is the Lanji Tribe's Guardian God?'
'Could it have been vaporized by that unbelievably bizarre attack just now?'
'How the hell could a Guardian God that had not achieved its Transformed Form use such a powerful attack?'
It was simply outrageous!
With the suspected death of the Lanji Tribe's Guardian God, the battle instantly became one-sided. The allied tribal army, so full of fighting spirit moments before, had little real cohesion to begin with.
Now, seeing things were going south, many of them scattered and fled, terrified that the Fusang Tribe's Guardian God with its bizarre methods would turn on them.
The reversal of fortunes was so swift that the ones who found it hardest to accept were not the enemy, but the Fusang Tribe itself—the very people who had summoned their Guardian God.
