His mind flashed in an instant, and with a sudden thought, the Golden Sword shattered the statue without even harnessing the Void's power, relying solely on the people's collective power.
This is indeed counteracting.
Huang Zhengyang scrutinized the powder and glanced at the sky.
Chu Zhiyuan said, "Don't worry, Brother Huang, it won't regenerate."
After the golden powder was absorbed by the Golden Sword, the statue lost its spiritual nature and could no longer anchor itself.
The power of the Evil Venerable can no longer descend upon the statue.
Huang Zhengyang sighed in relief, then his face grew heavy again: "So it's not the same Evil Venerable?"
Chu Zhiyuan shook his head, "No, which means the methods of murder should be different."
Huang Zhengyang looked toward the direction where Gong Junliang and the others disappeared, hoping for no big news.
Three small black dots appeared in the distance, Gong Junliang and the other two soon arrived before them.
