The Space Fissure above the heavens was still expanding further.
More and more figures emerged from the Space Fissure, arriving behind the Mist Lord and looking down below.
Besides the Mist Race warriors, many super lifeforms were also among them.
Even the golden light emitted by the Cloud Top Great Hall could not advance an inch into the area where they stood in the air.
"Come on, try touching me."
Looking at the golden figure sitting cross-legged before him with a terrified expression, Feng Qi provoked him again.
The golden figure ignored his provocation. He looked up at the Mist Lord standing in the air and opened his mouth, seemingly wanting to say something, yet not knowing how to begin.
Under the Mist Lord's icy gaze, the golden figure finally forced out a sentence:
"I didn't know he was connected to you."
"Do you know now?"
The Mist Lord asked again in an indifferent tone. His voice was quiet, yet it carried unquestionable majesty and resounded throughout this world.
The golden figure's body visibly trembled upon hearing this. Perhaps pressured by the Mist Lord, the mental pressure he had placed on Feng Qi gradually weakened.
It seemed Old Mi was doing pretty well these days. This Rift Sky God Clan probably knew how powerful Old Mi's faction had become. If their strengths had been equal, why would he have feared Old Mi?
The narrator's thoughts were the same as Feng Qi's.
He could tell that the golden figure's eyes held a clear trace of fear when he looked at the Mist Lord.
That fear was also why the golden figure had not dared to attack him.
At that moment, the golden figure suddenly released his mental suppression over Feng Qi, then looked toward the Mist Lord hanging in the sky