"Damn it! Who is that person? Why can he trigger the evil substances in the Netherworld? A thousand years of my bitter cultivation has been instantly destroyed! Bloody bastard! This hatred is absolutely irreconcilable!" Gong Beiming roared crazily. His expression was extremely gloomy and ferocious.
Pu!
Under the stimulation of the monstrous hatred, he suddenly spat out a large mouthful of blood, and his aura instantly became extremely weak.
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Gong Beiming's sudden movement also alerted the other powerhouses of the Motian divine race.
Three divine lights shot into the sky and arrived at the hall where Gong Beiming was in the blink of an eye.
They were three Sages. More specifically, a mid-stage Sage and two early-stage Sages.
