In the square of the Dragon God Palace, Ye Jianying flashed in, observing Zuo Shitian.
Facing Zuo Shitian's extremely terrifying aura and pressure, Ye Jianying broke out in a cold sweat, feeling that his body could no longer move.
Zuo Shitian gently landed in the square, immediately stirring up a chilling gust of wind.
Just standing there, he exuded an invincible presence.
"An ancient Divine Artifact, is it? Truly impressive, and there's even a teleportation array. It's just a bit desolate, worse than even third-rate forces." Zuo Shitian glanced up at the massive Qiankun Tower atop the palace, quite surprised, but his disdainful expression stood out more.
"Worthy of being the Holy Soul Temple's elder, the realm of an eight-star Great Main God is indeed terrifying." Ye Jianying forced a smile, struggling to suppress his inner fear.
