It seemed like a question, yet it was absolutely certain.
The eyes of the Transmigration Cult Sect Hierarch were filled with undisguised intent to kill.
It was the concentration of malice taken to the extreme.
Like a hungry predator.
But more so like a mortal enemy, sworn to kill at any cost.
"Am I just his backup plan?"
Jason frowned.
Clearly, the Transmigration Cult Sect Hierarch had misunderstood something, but Jason did not explain.
Is there a need to explain to the enemy?
There's absolutely no need.
Because only friends will listen to your explanation.
And the enemy before him, full of intense killing intent, definitely won't.
In fact, it's exactly like that.
Just as the words fell, the Transmigration Cult Sect Hierarch stepped forward and punched.
Whoosh!
The fist struck, and the wind rose.
The nerve-wracking sound was like a strong man swinging a large iron hammer, making anyone who heard it feel their scalp tingle.
However, that was not all.
