After flying up for some distance, he was close to the nine-colored dome.
"The Dao Lake itself is a lid, and the well was probably dug up by the old devil himself ..."
Tang Hao mumbled as he looked at the dome.
"To use such a large formation to suppress it, just how powerful is that old devil?"
Tang Hao was curious.
When he arrived at the well, he subconsciously lowered his head and looked down.
It was dark Below, and the Golden talisman was the only one that was glowing. He squinted his eyes, which turned into a pair of dragon eyes. His gaze penetrated the ice and looked inside.
In the next moment, his entire body trembled, and his face revealed a hint of shock.
In the ice hell, there was an unimaginably huge figure. No matter how tall the mountain was, it was not even half the size of the figure. It was so huge that it was almost suffocating.
It was a giant God!
His skin was golden, with mysterious and complicated patterns carved on it.
