"Impressive, this is the first generation Zombie God?"
Lin Ye had a vague guess.
Other than curiosity, he could not help but feel wary of this first generation Zombie God.
The other party might not be dead yet. The more he knew about power, the more he would know.
This power was enough to affect the form of the material world.
Whether it was his voice, his portrait, or his gaze from a certain period, they all reflected the rules.
It was obvious that the other party was already above this world.
Even if he was weaker than the strongest Human Sovereign in the past, he was probably not inferior to him.
Thinking of this, he felt a deep coldness for no reason.
It was as if a faint gaze had swept across him in a certain time and space.
Then, as if he did not discover anything, he disappeared without a trace.
At the same time, Hint sent a message.
