"What a load of nonsense!"
The captain of the God Devotee Guard frowned deeply, unable to judge Fang Heng's background, and said in a low voice, "The God of Decay is in seclusion. If you truly have something to report to him, come back after some time."
"Heh, I came all this way and you want me to wait? Are you messing with me?"
Fang Heng sneered as he spoke, stepped forward, and said, "If you won't lead the way, I'll go find him myself."
"Stop him!"
The captain of the God Devotee Guard shouted. More than a dozen God Devotees swiftly condensed an imprint in front of them.
Black fog spilling out from the God Devotee guards rapidly condensed into a huge dark-colored palm, which grabbed toward Fang Heng in an attempt to restrain him.
Fang Heng stood in place, clenched his right hand into a fist, and threw a punch forward.
"Bang!!"
The dark palm condensed from Void Power was blasted apart by the force of the punch, shattering midair and forming numerous small dark spheres.
