As the power used to control the giant prism spikes dwindled, the pressure on Fang Heng increased sharply.
"Heh..."
Watching the King of Gods retreat into the distance, Fang Heng sneered inwardly. A trace of mockery curled at the corner of his mouth as his mental strength was rapidly released. He forcibly stabilized the operation of the magic array, lifted his head toward the sky, and slowly raised his right hand.
High above, the Void Clan saw the Evil Gods withdraw and noticed Fang Heng's hand signal, immediately understanding his intent.
"Move!"
"Whoosh! Whoosh whoosh!!!"
The Void Clan immediately dove down from the sky, rapidly sweeping toward the twelve void prisms.
Almost at the same time, the five major King of Gods clones that had already retreated into the distance noticed the power fluctuations coming from behind. Confusion appeared in their eyes as they turned back to look.
Huh?
What was going on?
The Void Clan?
Not early, not late—why now?!
