"Hmph. Fei Ningxiao, you were already severely injured by Yuan Longhan seven years ago. Now, you actually dare to cross the void and come to the Divine Land? Are you throwing away your miserable Zenith life?"
Su Yue had just hoisted two wounded men onto his shoulders. Before he could even step out of the third shield, a resonant voice echoed across the sky.
A moment later, an old man wearing a red tank top and rubber shoes stepped onto the second shield. He suddenly stood tall in the void, glaring coldly at Fei Ningxiao's giant face.
That face was pressed tightly against the first shield. It was composed of a layer of dark red blood clouds, making it look exceptionally bizarre and eerie.
The old man in the tank top looked strikingly like Nicholas Zhao Si. As he spoke, the corners of his mouth twitched. Beneath the giant face, he seemed like a mere ant facing a violent storm. Yet, the appearance of this old man inexplicably brought a sense of reassurance.
