The Strange Nokron

With a splash, the Time Rift suddenly opened.

Amid fluttering black hair and shaking off beads of dew, a handsome, slender man stepped out of the River of Time and slowly walked forward, descending into this spacetime.

He had only just landed.

"Kill!"

"Attack!"

"Hahahaha, beat the Saint with a club!"

The entire army formation that had been preparing for countless hundreds of millions of years began to spin wildly like gears. The moment the other party landed, it unleashed the long-planned strike.

Boom!

A club came crashing down.

Atabia's head swayed faintly:

"This is such a hassle. Every time I land, you welcome me like this. Is it some kind of custom? It makes me want to have Saints guard the material region I manifested, so they can help defend me the moment I land."

The Saints of this era were all illusory shadows, with no material forms.

Therefore, when he landed, the Saints could not protect him. The creatures occupying this 3% of the map were the True Persons of this universe.

But after delivering that sneak attack with the club, these people did not take the opportunity to cross over.

It seemed that the clubbing really was nothing more than a welcoming ceremony, with no practical value whatsoever. The other party simply stayed there, watching him coldly from the sidelines.

They looked like shameless turtles, refusing to move even if beaten to death.

"This scene really is exactly the same."

Atabia was somewhat speechless as he looked around. This time, it was clearly the same heavily prepared army, yet it felt extremely out of place.

"What happened?" A powerful, inexplicable unease welled up inside him.

Saints connected with Heaven and Earth. They were supreme laws of one side of the universe, omniscient and omnipotent within their own