The denseness made it feel like the gravity had been increased countless times and like even time had slowed down. A figure appeared in front of the four patriarchs in space, waved its hand, and the four patriarchs were thrown down into the arena like kites whose strings were cut.
One after another, four figures crashed into the ground with a loud noise like bullets.
Immediately after that, the figure moved his hand, and the divine techniques advancing toward Li Yunmu disappeared as if they had never existed. After that, the entire place recovered its original appearance and the audience no longer felt powerless as if they were caught in a marsh.
Under the bright sunshine, the figure became clear. It had three heads and six arms, wore a white gown, and had delicate skin like a twenty year old.
Li Yunmu looked at him and slightly bent down in the air, "I pay my respects to god father."
