Wang Xuan grabbed the Mysterious Mobile Phone. He could not take it either. That sacred beam that ran through ancient times, the present, and the future made even his primordial spirit seem about to stop functioning.
One had to know that the "True Saint" had descended, and this time, he was not targeting Wang Xuan!
But that might was simply too overwhelming, reaching everywhere without limit.
"Let go, I have work to do!" The Mysterious Mobile Phone was like a model worker, persevering without pause even under such circumstances.
Then it flew up, emitting a dim dark light as it bobbed in the starry sky.
"Golden Years, capture Mortal World Old Scenery, record a beautiful life." The Mysterious Mobile Phone was never absent and had already begun taking pictures.
Fortunately, after Wang Xuan's mind went blank for a moment, he recovered. After all, this was Flower-Fruit Mountain's "True Saint"; he would not target his own people.
Within the vast sea of stars, all those Supernatural Practitioners were frozen stiff and motionless. This included Anomalous Being Xitian in the distance, that enormous head manifested from spiritual energy. Even though it filled the depths of space, it was rigidly fixed in place.
Everything was because the Flower-Fruit Mountain True Saint had descended, his pressure overwhelming all directions.
At last, after the "True Saint" withdrew his aura, the nearby people awakened, all of them profoundly shaken.
Some were terrified beyond measure and screamed. Some gulped down Supernatural Factor, their chests heaving violently. Many more went limp in the void, not wanting to move at all.
"How is it possible for Flower-Fruit Mountain to have a True Saint?" Wu Dao's face turned deathly pale. Bearing unimaginable pressure, he struggled to raise his head.
But with a crack, his head did not rise. Fractures appeared