'The Divine Thought of a Top-tier Divine King? Damn it! How did a Top-tier Divine King suddenly appear in this backwater place? Was he sent by the Human Emperor to protect that Saint Prince?'
The Netherworld Erosion Demon Venerable's expression changed instantly. He sensed the immense power of the aura—it was in no way weaker than his own. In fact, it was different from that of a typical Human Race Martial Arts God King, instead carrying a sense of ancient, weathered vicissitude.
He knew this newcomer could not be underestimated.
'One wrong move…'
'...and my great ship could capsize in this very ditch.'
With a flick of his will, he quickly waved the hand he had raised, instantly retracting all the black mist.
He completely restrained his aura.
Not a trace of anything unusual remained.
Even his repulsive face took on a harmless, innocent appearance.
In his heart, however, he had no intention of letting Huang Tianling go.
He would wait for this Divine Thought to withdraw.
