Recently, they lost all their face at the torment of a small lord, Youyu was beheaded, the protector was defeated, and all the great leaders were watching the joke.

Even in this case, they still did not announce Shi Hao's true identity because they were still unwilling to give up and wanted to capture him alive and obtain the Kunpeng Method alone.

"Let me do some divination and figure out where he is!" The protector appeared. The broken horn on his head had just grown out, but it had not yet recovered, and his withered face was getting grayer.

"Sir!" A god shouted, extremely worried that if the old man did this, he might waste his last lifespan.

"Sir, please don't do it. Qi Daolin is a lunatic. Even if we can really find that kid, the gain will outweigh the loss in the end!" God Moro advised.

"Qi Daolin has entered the vast no man's land. What I want to do will leave no trace. God is destined to let this child die young." The protector said calmly.

Everyone was shocked and looked at each other.

"Prepare a quiet room. I'm going to cast a spell to seize the Kunpeng Dharma and so on, and send the misfortune on its way." The protector's eyes were cold, and his broken horn shone coldly.

Soon after, the place became quiet, and all the gods exited, waiting silently.

As time passed, they became anxious in their hearts. They not only hoped to obtain the supreme power and kill the troublemaker, but they were also afraid that Qi Daolin would gain insight into it.

"If the guardian takes action, he is destined not to survive. Although he is stunning, he will wither prematurely!"

"It's better to be dead, otherwise he will always make me uneasy even though he is young!"

Several gods whispered and waited slowly.

Suddenly, they felt the void split open, the passage opened, and then it seemed like something heavy fell to the ground.

"My lord, has he succeeded in catching that little evil beast?" They simply couldn't believe it.

The senior leaders of the Celestial Race all stood up, extremely surprised.

They felt like someone was thrown to the ground. Was it really... successful?

"cough……"

The sound of coughing came, and the runes in the quiet room disappeared, making it perceptible.

As a result, everyone changed their colors and rushed in.

"My lord!" they shouted.

The defender was lying on the ground, coughing up blood, and his mouth was full of blood foam. It was not that he had captured anyone, but that he fell to the ground.

"What happened?" God Moro was shocked and quickly helped him heal his injuries.

However, the blood in the protector's mouth could not be stopped and kept flowing out.

"Divination is impossible." He murmured with confusion and even shock: "Looking into the future, there is chaos. Looking back again, there is nothingness behind him."

"Sir, what are you... talking about?!"

"You mean...that little evil beast?!"

"It's him." The guardian's mouth was bleeding. He was declining, and he said with shock: "He... doesn't seem to belong to this entire ancient history!"

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