The God King Arrives Ahead of Schedule

The Witch God Woman's gaze flickered, and hatred surfaced in her eyes again. Yet for the moment, she truly could not find any opportunity to exploit.

"Should I find a way to pretend to attack the Yin Corpse Sect or the Sea Immortal Sect and force him out? That would work too. If he does not come out, there will be no opportunity at all. If he does, then even if I cannot find a chance to get close to him, I can still disrupt his preparations over these next few days."

After her gaze flickered for a while, the Witch God Woman seemed to have made up her mind and prepared to leave quietly.

"Given your cultivation, Fellow Daoist, and the fact that you are hiding here, you must be Fellow Daoist Wu from the Donglai Secret Realm, correct?" But at that moment, a voice drifted into the Witch God Woman's ears from one side.

The Witch God Woman's expression changed drastically at once, and her eyes swept in all directions.

From the sound of it, the speaker did not seem to be a cultivator from Wei Suo's side. Yet the voice was so elusive that even she could not immediately determine where it had come from or whose mouth had uttered it. It was as though it lay beyond the range of her divine sense. This truly sent a chill through her heart.

"Rest assured. This king is a friend, not an enemy."

Only when the second voice came did the Witch God Woman barely manage to determine who had spoken. The chill in her heart grew even stronger.

The person who had spoken was a cultivator standing atop a barren slope six hundred li away, his entire body shrouded in a black robe. A wide, ancient crown