Wang Tianmo was confused for a breath. He didn't expect that the formation would be broken... He didn't even bother checking who did it. He regained his composure and swiftly utilized the void steps, allowing him to vanish into thin air before reappearing thousands of miles away.
'That was close.' He thought to himself, before opening the system panel and entering the private world.
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The air pressure dropped to a freezing point. The Tang Clan Ancestor's face, usually etched with the calm of a mountain, twisted into a mask of disbelief.
He was ENRAGED, how could a devil escape from his grasp?! Could it be that by uttering such cold-hearted dialogue and basking in the glory, he allowed that devil to gain momentum?
Outrageous. He looked at Wang Xuhan...
Wang Xuhan felt a chill run down his spine if the hands of the ancient god were squeezing... No, he doesn't have a good feeling about it.
