Everyone's eyes widened, stunned in place.
The numbness from their souls to their skin, and even to their every pore, made their breathing heavy and stagnant.
He's still not dead!!!
In the void above, the old man in white looked somewhat battered.
He held in his hand a top-grade Spiritual Artifact, standing there quietly.
Heavenly Spirit God King!
"Ant, how many more times can you perform that?"
The Heavenly Spirit God King spoke, his voice indifferent, his body exuding an astonishing Sword Qi that shot up to the sky.
"Until you're dead!"
Ye Tian replied calmly, his aura growing stronger, surrounded by divine light.
"You don't know your limits." The Heavenly Spirit God King sneered, his eyes shining brightly, his raised hand capable of destroying the world, "Gods cannot be shaken by mortals."
In truth, he had started to take Ye Tian seriously.
