When Zheng Ming finished speaking, he felt the atmosphere around him, which had been floating as if ethereal, instantly turned murderous.
This murderous aura surged directly up to three thousand feet. Under this murderous pressure, even Zheng Ming felt his breathing become somewhat repressed.
His spiritual perception told him that this murderous intent wasn't directed at him, but his heart still felt a chill.
"Don't let me down, otherwise, you won't make it out of the Heavenly Eternal Divine Realm," came a faint voice filled with a coldness that treated killing as if it were no more than cutting grass.
Zheng Ming simply didn't know how to describe the individual who should be considered the Artifact Spirit of the Heavenly Eternal Divine Realm; they had changed three times in the course of a few words!
Before he had time to voice his complaints, a ray of light enveloped him and whisked him toward the sky.
