Marshal Zhitian no longer had the attention to spare for the gazes of the Heavenly Spirit Great World's living beings. Only Gu An remained in his eyes. At this moment, it was not only his magic power that had frozen solid—even his divine sense and senses had been restricted.
Gu An grew larger and larger in his eyes, and he actually felt as if he might be wiped away by him at any moment.
"Your heart seems to be struggling too. Even though you know this is wrong, you still cannot resist the great tide. That makes you suffer, doesn't it?"
Gu An looked down at Marshal Zhitian and spoke indifferently.
He had observed Marshal Zhitian before. Most of the time, when Marshal Zhitian invaded a Great Thousand World, he would directly give the order to begin the slaughter. If he encountered a Great Thousand World with deep foundations, he would first wait and force out its strongest. Only once the strongest had been subdued would he issue the order to cleanse it.
Before destroying the strongest, he did not allow the immortals and gods to run wild.
Just like now—Immortal Monarch Taiyi, Heavenly Spirit God, and the Seventy-Two Immortals of Jindong had all already stood up and slapped him in the face, yet he still set them aside and ignored them, insisting on forcing Gu An out first.
It seemed this chief of the Heavenly Gods felt lost over his own actions.
But even if he was lost inside, those deeds had already been done. Gu An would not show mercy.
Hearing Gu An's words, Marshal Zhitian felt the pressure around him ease slightly. He gritted his teeth and said, "Do you know what it means to stand against the Heavenly Court? Today, you destroyed so many immortals and