There was a figure, shrouded in dust, oppressed by heaven and earth, devoured by endless Tao, like a practitioner who had committed a grave sin.
He was tall, with a resolute countenance and piercing eyes...
Standing still not far away, he simply watched the three intruders who had suddenly burst into this place.
Blackhead Duck was startled.
Earth Chicken felt as if he were suffocating.
Chen Pingping wanted to flee.
Manifestation?
No!
A real existence.
He was flesh and blood. The power of the ten directions continuously poured in, forging great mountains that pinned that person here.
Yet, he was still alive.
A God?
Had the Human Sword Immortal not only failed to slay the God Grid but also failed to kill a God?
In that single instant, a myriad of thoughts raced through their minds. They were filled with profound regret. They should never have entered this place.
"I am not a God," he suddenly spoke.
Earth Chicken: "..."
Blackhead Duck: "..."
Chen Pingping: "..."
