Zhao Tianjue looked at the Creation God's flawless and exquisite face, feeling puzzled.
Seems familiar.
But this should be the first time I've met this person, so why does it feel so familiar?
Zhao Tianjue instinctively glanced at Liu Xian beside him, only to find Liu Xian staring at the man with the umbrella, his whole body stiff, his pupils filled with terror.
Zhao Tianjue's pupils suddenly contracted, what's going on?
Why is Liu Xian so scared?
Did he see a ghost?
No matter how strong the opponent is, they're still at the strength of a Saint. With Liu Xian's and my strength, even if two against three, can't we at least escape?
Is it worthy of such fear?
Not even a Deity, why so scared?
Hmm?
Deity?
It felt like a lightning bolt striking deep in the soul, Zhao Tianjue's neck stiffly turned over, his eyes falling again on the man's face.
Immense fear surged like a tide, instantly drowning Zhao Tianjue, his muscles uncontrollably stiff, his heart filled with despair.
