He won.
Li Yi won.
Seeing Ghost God Tianxiong dissipate and Li Yi completely unharmed, Meng Fanxing, who was a Yin God, let out a long sigh of relief near the forsaken palace. He no longer had to worry about the repercussions that might follow. The thousand-year-old scheme of the ghost gods would begin to collapse from this day forth. Thinking of this, his incorporeal body felt inexplicably excited.
"With Tianxiong gone, control over Ghost Street falls entirely into your hands. Congratulations, Mr. Li."
After a brief hesitation, he approached with a smile that carried a hint of flattery.
