When this powerful might descended.
Xu Zimo's figure was instantly suppressed where he stood, extreme power pouring down endlessly from above.
His internal organs, limbs, and bones seemed to have frozen.
Even his True Fate had begun to solidify.
He raised his head slightly. The heavens were nothing but darkness; he could see nothing.
Before the person had even arrived, this might had already suppressed everything.
Baimeng and the Seven-Faced Demon General were preparing to emerge, but Xu Zimo stopped them.
He calmly watched the sky above.
Without question, this was a Great Sage—a true Great Sage.
"Since you've made your move, why do you not dare show yourself?" Xu Zimo asked.
"You should be carrying out your mission, not wasting time here over matters that have nothing to do with you."
The voice from the heavens spoke indifferently.
"Come out first, then we can talk," Xu Zimo said.
"I do not speak with people who hide their heads and show their tails."
"Leave this place. You'd best not interfere in the affairs of the liches," the voice in the sky did not answer, merely continuing.
"It will do you no good. Leave."
Xu Zimo suddenly felt the pressure around him loosen, and the spiritual energy throughout his body began circulating once more.
That sensation of immense terror vanished.
"Not daring to meet me—do you think I'm too weak?" he murmured to himself.
Yet the wilderness around him was devoid of people. Only the boundless wind and sand churned up sandstorms that raged across the desert.
"Master, it should be them," Baimeng's voice sounded.
"If he had not acted, I would still have had doubts.
"But now that he has acted, he can be one hundred percent certain."
Xu Zimo remained silent.
It had always been him saying such things