The Person Closest to Truth

Although he had a cheat, Zheng Jiang had endured countless trials to reach his current level. He had defeated more powerful enemies than he could count, making him well-versed and rich in experience.

Yet whenever he recalled the descriptions and portrayals of Ma Ran in the comic, his scalp went numb, and his entire body trembled uncontrollably.

"Using a Divine Emperor as his hound."

"Using an Immortal King as his alchemy boy."

"Using a Buddha as his Missionary Devotee."

"His thoughts illuminated the myriad heavens, seeing through the essence of the Endless Planes."

"With a single thought, he could create or destroy countless multiverses."

For someone as monstrous as Ma Ran to appear in the real world was simply absurd beyond belief!

Originally, Zheng Jiang had thought that after enduring for so many years and finally cultivating to the Demonic God Tier, he could be considered a level-ninety-nine expert, just one step away from reaching the conventional maximum level.

Who could have expected him to encounter a level-one-thousand BOSS by sheer chance...

"How the hell are we supposed to fight this?"

Zheng Jiang's scalp prickled as he watched his temporary allies struggle to survive. His lips moved faintly, but when the words reached his mouth, he had no idea where to begin.

He could never bring himself to say things like, "We can't win. Just wait for death," no matter when or where.

Giving up would only hurt himself.

In an instant, Zheng Jiang's thoughts raced, and his divine sense surged.

He immediately activated his divine ability, dividing one millisecond of his own time into three hundred and thirty thousand portions. At the same time, he accelerated his thoughts by a hundred million times and, in the blink of an eye, pulled all his temporary allies into his mental channel.