All around the altar, silence reigned.
Only the faint sound of breathing proved that it wasn't completely still here.
Time passed second by second.
Bai Shang's complexion gradually began to pale, losing color.
Achieving telepathy isn't an easy task, especially when the other party is a lofty Celestial God.
Trying to fathom the likes and dislikes of a Celestial God was never meant for mere mortals.
Suddenly, Bai Shang abruptly severed her contact with the Fire Celestial God, collapsing weakly to the ground.
"Quick, help me!"
Bai Shang anxiously looked at Han Zhan, exclaiming aloud.
No reminder was needed, Han Zhan too saw the flames spreading down from the sky!
The flames were of the purest red, coming from the Fire Celestial God, and even from such a distance, its terrifying temperature was palpable.
It was burning downward along the white thread of the telepathic connection!
