When the mysterious man produced one of the six divine artifacts, the 'Five Divine Bell,' Yue Yang immediately sensed trouble.
This divine artifact was absolutely not something to be trifled with.
It was far more terrifying than the Three Divine Mirror from before, which had already lost its righteous 'good' side and retained only its reverse 'evil' side. The ancient sound alone, capable of intimidating the soul, was already unbearable. One careless mistake, and he would be brutally ravaged by the divine bell. Damn it—how was he supposed to break this thing?
The transmigrator was frantic, but Xue Niu was not here, and there was no one beside him to offer advice.
It was over, over! What was he supposed to do now? What was he supposed to do now!
Just as the mysterious man was laughing most smugly.
Godslayer.
The Eastern Divine Lord suddenly stepped forward.
The mysterious man, who had already reached the perfect divine transformation state, did not even spare him a glance. In his eyes now, Godslayer—whom he had once been able to send flying with a single move even in his initial form—could only be instantly killed before his final divine transformation form, no matter what he did.
What Divine Lord? Mere empty boasting. He was not even qualified to be his opponent!
The mysterious man ignored Godslayer.
His gaze rested only on Duoduo, Jiang Ying, and Little Wenli before him. He merely swept his eyes over Yue Yang, as though acknowledging the transmigrator's existence.
Godslayer raised the Lihen Ancient Divine Sword in his hand... A mocking curve touched the mysterious man's lips. He practically said it aloud: Poor wretch, no matter how you attack, you cannot harm even a single hair on me. On the contrary, with one puff of breath, I can blow