Undying Sword Soul

As for the two saints who had been gesturing at the realm and looking down upon the storms from the very beginning, they instinctively staggered back again and again, a suffocating feeling surging up within them. Though they did not kneel, the fear welling up from the instincts of life itself told them just how terrifying the person before them was.

They had wanted to surround and kill this person before?

Or rather, surround and kill this demon god?!

They simply could not comprehend such a thing.

If you possessed this kind of power, why not directly unify the universe? Why come here instead to play a real-life battlefield game?!

Just whose alter ego was this Wang Zizai?!

They had seen mythical figures before. Though only in passing glimpses, they now felt that even if the one they had encountered before were ten times more formidable, they still would not be this terrifying.

At that moment, Wang Zizai had already fled the encirclement with Tina in hand. Everyone was focused on killing Zhao Cheng, who wore his identity as an alter ego, so no one specifically targeted him.

As for the others in the convoy, along with the route map just now, he had received another piece of information. It was nothing else but a notice that these people were spies planted by various factions.

Such things were commonplace in this place.

Still, being able to pinpoint them as precisely as Zhao Cheng had was, more or less, suspiciously like cheating.

And at that very moment, Wang Zizai witnessed a sight he would never forget for all eternity: a demon god more than a hundred meters tall swung its sword toward the sky. The divine sword in its hand seemed poised to cleave even the dimensions of time and space