"It's fine!" The ghostly old man comforted her, then said, "With only Xiao Xiejun alone, he can't stir up much trouble."
But just as his words fell, the "Evil Tavern" in the Real Universe—a structure formed from a pair of piled-up stellar boulders—suddenly exploded.
A deafening boom rang out. It was clearly the sound of a barrier shattering. This barrier was definitely not meant to block cosmic radiation—it had been used to hide people!
After the explosion, enormous Eonic God phantoms, each tens of billions of meters tall, burst forth from the Evil Tavern and stood beside its proprietor!
Looking over, the Evil Tavern's proprietor—Xiao Xiejun himself—was the smallest among them. The bloody stench on him, as well as that chaotic sense of power, was also the weakest.
A full seven gigantic blood shadows appeared. Including Xiao Xiejun, there were eight people in total. Without exception, all eight were surrounded by berserk bloodlust, malice, and killing intent. One glance was enough to tell they were criminals, outlaws, and mad demons of every kind.
Their appearance directly froze the atmosphere at the scene to its very bottom!
The ghostly old man finally felt immense pressure. At last, he understood where Xiao Xiejun's arrogant laughter had come from... Sure enough, they had been lying in ambush here for a long time!
The mantis stalked the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind?
Yet now, the mantis and the oriole discovered that the cicada was the beak of an eagle!
And now the eagle revealed its full form. Within the eight-layer blood-curse barrier under its control, death and gloom were already spreading.
"I've heard of you!" The ghostly old man's voice was grave. "The Eight-Curse Serpents, right? Eight people in all, fugitives... roaming the major galaxies, appearing and vanishing like ghosts."
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