The Desolate God?
Everyone stared at the filthy man in astonishment. He looked like an old beggar, if not worse.
Could he be the Desolate God who struck terror into everyone who heard his name?
Ji Bubai's breathing quickened. He could sense the vigorous Extreme Flame Demon God blood coursing within the other man.
"Why have you come looking for me?"
The Desolate God asked coldly, glancing at the Primordial Demon Ancestor hiding behind Qin Jun and the others. A trace of killing intent flashed through his murky eyes.
The Primordial Demon Ancestor shuddered when caught in that sidelong glance and hurriedly lowered his head.
Because Ren Wo Xiao had seized control of his soul, he did not dare flee. He could only endure his terror and remain.
"Of course we came to acknowledge our kin!"
Ji Bubai walked toward the Desolate God with a perfectly justified expression, leaving Qin Jun speechless. Could he not have a little more dignity?
It was indeed true, but did he have to say it so bluntly?
This was far too awkward!
The Desolate God nodded lightly. Rather than answer Ji Bubai, he looked at the Primordial Demon Ancestor and said, "You knew they were Extreme Flame Demon Gods, yet you still dared attack them!"
Boom!
An incomparably terrifying aura erupted from him, even stronger than that of the Primordial Demon Ancestor. Ji Bubai, standing before him, could not help but retreat, while Qin Jun and the others trembled in fear.
It was the strongest aura they had ever encountered. Throughout the Eight Desolations, every living being was struck by terror.
Although Ren Wo Xiao had easily suppressed the Primordial Demon Ancestor, he had remained calm from beginning to end and never leaked even a trace of his aura.
But the Desolate God surpassed