"Mm!"
Fuya's eyes flashed with surprise.
She had, in fact, sensed the disturbances in this starry river.
Whether it was the sun's extinction or the shifting of the moon and stars, she had secretly kept watch on them throughout the battle.
A being like her excelled at perceiving the whole picture, letting no minute detail escape.
Divine battles changed in an instant; even the smallest accident could determine their outcome.
Having experienced countless divine battles, Fuya, the God of Wisdom in the starry sky, naturally could not overlook such subtle changes.
What was more, she knew full well that a Sovereign was being forged within the Sea of Mist, and that God King's head was far from insignificant.
She also knew that the supreme will within the Sea of Mist would surely interfere in their divine battle in its own way.
But she had never expected Pang Jian's Primordial Spirit to dare leave Purgatory's "Heavenly Ban Layer" and set foot in this dim starry river.
Still less had she expected that Pang Jian to possess the power to shake the stars and moon, setting them trembling.
She did not particularly care about the slight displacement of the stars and moon, believing it would not greatly affect her or the Hall of Gods.
Yet when that dim star suddenly began accelerating, rushing faster and faster toward the Hall of Gods, a powerful sense of unease immediately arose within her.
"Luo, hurry."
Fuya gave a soft cry. Two clusters of strange flame ignited deep within her eye sockets.
Like soul-seizing torches, those two strange flames fixed unblinkingly on Pang Jian, who had left the Sea of Mist. "This Realm God from Purgatory will bring us a little trouble."
Whoosh!
The strange flames surged wildly as her boundless soul aura spanned the darkness,