The silhouettes were trembling with fear, as if they had lost the ability to think.
[Who are you all, really?!] Lu Yuan questioned loudly again.
The blood-red [God] at the forefront, standing about 10 meters tall, seemed to have blood surging across its skin's surface. Lu Yuan seemed to see veins spreading like a web...
Imagining these details in his mind, Lu Yuan felt his eyes were about to burst.
He hurriedly stopped his imagination.
The blood-red giant said: [Mortal, you have courage.]
[You can call us——[God].]
The voice seemed somewhat amiable, without any inflection, even a bit casual.
But to Lu Yuan's ears, it was no less than a thunderclap.
It was a command, as if the whole world was pressing down on him!
His skin was beginning to crack, like countless ants were gnawing at his brain.
As long as he didn't speak the word "God," he would be directly tortured, and this psychological shadow might even affect his true form outside of the Pangu Continent!
