Passing through the painted wall, stepping out of the palace, he instantly saw the enormous human ape face, still weaving a dharma aspect in the clouds.
The Human God was neither arrogant nor irritable, with a gentle smile on his face, merely glancing at Ning Zheng before lowering his head to continue weaving, "Soon, soon... Why not attack?"
Ning Zheng did not intend to discern anything from the Human God's demeanor.
Whether their choice of not engaging in battle was right or wrong, the other party would not show it.
This was a race war, not a street brawl, where powerhouses would clash head-on.
It's not just a pure comparison of combat power.
At this moment, both sides had a tacit understanding, brushing past each other, he doesn't attack me, and I don't attack him.
"How's the situation?" Ning Zheng asked.
