With a sudden crash, the time rift abruptly opened.
As his flowing black hair swirled, shaking off the dew, a tall and handsome man stepped out of the Long River, slowly arriving and descending into this space-time.
He had just landed.
"Kill!"
"Attack!"
"Hahaha, hit a Saint with a stick!"
The military formation, prepared for countless billions of years, began to operate frantically like gears, and burst out with a long-planned strike the moment he landed.
Boom!
A stick came crashing down.
Atabia's head spun slightly:
"This is so troublesome, every time I land, is this the customary welcome? It makes me really want to have a Saint guard my manifested material area, to defend me as soon as I land."
In this era, Saints are shadows, without material form.
So when he landed, the Saints couldn't protect him. The creatures on this 3% map of the universe are the True Persons.
But after the ambush, these people did not take the opportunity to cross over.
