"The Harvester."
The Desolate Demon Lord had said.
But obviously, Huang Ti was not really asking.
He was just afraid and desperate.
Therefore, he used words to disperse the panic and helplessness in the depths of his heart.
He did not care if they were harvesters or not.
Now, the only thing he cared about was how to escape alive from this situation.
But he could not escape.
His divine core had shattered, and the source power of his gold and silver patterns was destroyed. Although Huang Ti was still powerful, relying on the power of the blood patterns… the monstrous creature in the depths below was even more terrifying!
'Buzz!'
A black shadow instantly tore through the space and appeared in front of Huang Ti.
Huang Ti could only vaguely see numerous fist-sized eyeballs. The tremendous constriction enveloped him entirely!
There was a "whoosh" sound.
