The Netherworld.
Twelve hours had passed.
Outside the temple, everything was calm and quiet.
Since Fang Heng had killed a spirit construct, he had been staying outside the temple, waiting for the next move from the God Clan.
Hollan and the other three instructors had exhausted too much of their mental strength and could no longer remain. After discussing it with Fang Heng, they decided to leave first.
Zane gradually lost his patience and couldn't help saying, "Brother Fang, it's been so long without any movement. Looks like they're not coming."
"That's good news in a way. The enemy might not care much about losing one spiritual construct, or they might just consider such losses normal."
Zane said, "Why don't we try luring another one out to see?"
"If problems keep happening at the same temple, it might raise suspicion..." Fang Heng looked up and asked, "Zane, how far can your ability spread?"
