On Zou Zhengze's chest, the faces of a man and a woman—Zeng Weiming and Wang Fangni—slowly emerged.
Their faces bore blank eyes, expressions alternating between joy and sorrow, anger and grievance, as they muttered indistinctly, "Come, come, come..."
Hearing the call, the souls of the residents floating in midair appeared even more serene and peaceful, as if they had heard a sacred and pure gospel, and uncontrollably flew towards Zou Zhengze.
BOOM!
The disc-shaped explosive pack, fired by the Conscienceless Cannon, traced an arc through the air as it spun toward Zou Zhengze.
However, before it could get close, the explosive-filled package was struck by lightning from the dark clouds and exploded with a bang.
The shockwave from the explosion tore a gap in the rotating vortex of Demonic Qi. In the distance, Li Ang, standing on a rooftop, leaned forward—his body almost at a forty-five-degree angle to the ground—and charged like a cheetah.
