"King?"
Both the Grand Priest and Jian Xu heard the extremely vague voice simultaneously, and they were both dumbfounded.
"The god actually spoke?"
For ten full years, the Grand Priest had been trying to communicate with the will of the god, only to be mercilessly suppressed each time.
The Grand Priest never dreamed that just when he was about to give up communicating with the will of the god, Yang Fei's communication actually succeeded.
Moreover, this call clearly carried the reverence and submission of a subject to their monarch, exceptionally respectful.
What exactly is going on?
Jian Xu also looked up at the sky, dumbfounded.
The once ferocious and savage face in the sky now seemed as obedient and submissive as a tamed old dog.
Jian Xu muttered to himself, "Could it be that he actually subdued the will of the god? That's impossible!"
In the Divine Tomb, Yang Fei let out a long sigh of relief, completely exhausted, and plopped down to the ground.
