He deliberately let a god escape, giving them a chance to stop descending, breaking away from the grand witchcraft ritual, turning into a beam of golden light and rushing into the sky.
Today's spectacle, these eight gods are simply too light in weight.
Li Ping'an glanced at the unconscious grand witchcraft priest, with a flicker of thought in his mind, lifted the priest and casually tossed him below.
He used a clever force, so that when the grand witchcraft priest fell in front of the main hall, his body hit hard, was severely injured, bleeding all over, barely breathing.
"Shang King?"
Li Ping'an's voice still spread everywhere.
The Shang Prince Zi Lian looked up, immediately about to bow down and kneel, but was held up by an invisible force, unable to kneel.
"Why does the human king kneel?"
The Shang King was startled, then slowly stood straight, cupped his hands and shouted: "Greetings to the Ancestor of Humanity!"
Li Ping'an's voice echoed from all directions: