Without the blessing of the Sitting Forget Divine Skill, all of this is empty talk.
Facing the Tier Four Celestial Demon that was once impossible to defeat, Meng Chuan felt an unprecedented calm and confidence.
As if the opponent was nothing more than an ant or an insect, easily crushed...
He held the Demon Suppressor tightly, dragging it behind him.
Meng Chuan chose not to strike first, the advantage was his, waiting for the opportunity to understand the situation clearly.
He had offended too many forces across the Cosmos.
Looking at the gaunt and bony appearance of this strange bird, it was hard to discern its "origin."
"Feigning ignorance? How dare you kill our chosen one and even take what doesn't belong to you, you little ant, you have some nerve!"
The skeleton bird's voice was as cold as frost, its gaze firmly locked onto the bizarre, undulating form of Meng Chuan.
Its Heart Spirit was on high alert.
What trick is this mere Tier Three playing...
