"Countless living beings from the Nineteenth Hell will definitely seek you out then, take care."
After saying this, the person completely disappeared, no matter how Ethan Smith called out, there was no response.
Dammit, whenever that thing appears, nothing good follows!
Ethan Smith cursed angrily.
Originally, just one God-Sealing Panel was enough to give him a headache, but he unexpectedly cultivated a divinity from the Nineteenth Hell.
And judging from the tone of the dagger master, it probably isn't a good thing.
A mountain cannot accommodate two tigers; Ethan Smith still understands this basic principle.
Forget it, let's not worry about so much for now.
Ethan Smith sighed; right now, against whichever being he faces, he is as insignificant as an ant.
At this point, he can only take it step by step, trying to use this weak Divine Consciousness Power to enhance his own strength.
Do your best, and accept Destiny.
Hold on, he seems to have caught onto something.
