Zhao Hailong felt deeply puzzled and wary of the mysterious voice that suddenly rang out in his mind.
The powerful magnetic field in this region had completely cut off communications with the outside world.
The only communication facilities that still barely worked over short distances here were temporary networks built using nightmare power.
Yet even those powers could not transmit information directly into his mind without a receiver.
At that moment, Zhao Hailong instinctively assumed that those evil gods were invading his will.
But all of that was relatively rational thinking.
The instant Zhao Hailong heard the voice, he instinctively felt an indescribable closeness and warmth.
The voice was so kindly, so warm.
After it spoke, Zhao Hailong even felt the despair and hatred he had accumulated over so many days instantly fade.
Instinctively, he could not feel any hostility toward the owner of that voice.
It was as though the voice came from his own genes, an instinct within himself.
Zhao Hailong hurriedly looked at his wounded brothers around him.
They did not seem to have heard the voice and were still going about their own tasks.
In the silence, Zhao Hailong demanded inwardly, What the hell are you?!
Evil god! Get out of my head!
The will of a Flame Dragon warrior will never submit to any evil god!
After he sent his response, the voice rang out again.
"Since you can hear my bloodline transmission, you must carry the bloodline of the original Five Tigers."
"Your surname is Zhao? Was your ancestor the Flying Cloud Divine General?"
Hearing that, Zhao Hailong felt a ripple stir in his heart.
But he did not relax his guard at all. Instead, he asked tensely, What the hell are you?
*How can you still transmit your voice to me in this