The divine envoy's gaze, as it swept across the world, always held a sense of looking down... no, it should be said that he didn't regard the people here at all.
At the focus of the divine envoy's gaze,
it was like how others view the streams between mountains, the wild grass that spread everywhere—visible everywhere yet not meriting a second glance.
You could exist, but you were not eye-catching, not comparable to the distinctive ancient sky tree, nor rivalling the myriad competing beautiful flowers, not worthy of a second look.
Clearly, the divine envoy did not wish to waste more words and simply stretched out his hand, pinching towards Blackie's direction.
An invisible palm lightly floated towards Blackie, and though it appeared gentle, it made it impossible for Ye Qiubai and others to move at all!
Seeing this scene, the demon god and three ancestral immortals immediately stood in front of Blackie, all exerting their full strength to resist this strike.
