"Ancient Gods, huh, there are more than just Primordial Realm Ancient Gods."
"Supreme State Ancient Gods?"
The black-robed figure approaching gradually let out a light exclamation, revealing a voice filled with puzzlement. With this doubt, he quickened his pace, and a surge of killing intent spread forthwith.
Under this killing intent, Han Yi's heart gave a fierce pound.
His sense of impending doom erupted suddenly, more violently than he had ever experienced before, so violently that his whole body trembled.
Danger.
Deadly danger.
Instinctively, he trembled wildly under this murderous aura.
He no longer had time to think further; transforming into more than sixty thousand zhang, without revealing his full Ancient God's True Body, he let out a thunderous yell, raised his hand to grasp, and a Sky-supporting Golden Divine Spear appeared in his hand.
This spear was even longer than his own body.
