Zhou Wen stared into the void. In fact, he couldn't see anything. What he was really looking at was the Sigh of the King Life Providence, or rather, the woman that only existed in it.
With Zhou Wen's strength, he was indeed unable to withstand the Nameless God's psychic powers. It was the power of the Sigh of the King that resisted the terrifying psychic power.
How could an existence that had once stood at the peak of power and had all races submit to her tolerate kneeling to others?
Others couldn't see it, nor could Zhou Wen, but he could sense that a woman's phantom seemed to overlap with his body. She was staring into the void as though she was looking at something.
"Zhou Wen, are you afraid?" A woman's voice sounded in Zhou Wen's mind. The voice was clearly beautiful, but it had an indescribable authority. It was difficult to associate it with the word pleasant.
