In the abandoned warehouse, the Spirit of Fire and Air from Hell, known as the Lamp God, was staring at the man who had collapsed on the ground, seemingly forcing him to make his final wish.
At that moment, hundreds of wriggling shadows came from not far away, transforming into grotesque figures cloaked in crimson robes.
The Hell Church might be somewhat useless, Tian Qi said calmly as he watched the Lamp God from a distance, apparently not surprised at all.
The Lamp God's gaze fell upon Tian Qi, finding him unfamiliar, "Whose minion from Hell are you?"
"Attack!" Tian Qi didn't bother responding and acted immediately.
A mass of tentacles spread from beneath the crimson robes, dispersing echoes of the Flesh Gospel, which made the Lamp God's ugly face momentarily stiffen.
"Make your last wish, quick!" He knew he was doomed. He had intended to surprise the other, but the other had surprised him instead.