Even the usually calm and composed Bodhisattva was rapidly changing appearances.
Each face bore eyes filled with shock.
The Thunder Wing Middle-aged felt a chill run down his spine, faintly sensing something terrifying silently watching him from behind.
The feeling was like a little frog being stared at by a venomous snake.
An unfamiliar feeling of panic, one not felt in decades, surged in his heart.
His Adam's apple bobbed, and he turned his head with difficulty to look behind him.
Behind him, the void had unknowingly split open into a massive rift stretching across the heavens!
Within the rift, a pair of faint golden eyes quietly gazed at him.
Just one glance, and the Thunder Wing Middle-aged had his hairs stand on end!
The Divine Ring at the back of his head instantly shattered into pieces!
Connected by the heart and spirit, the Thunder Wing Middle-aged spat out a mouthful of blood, his face swiftly turning pale gold.
