Upon seeing this scene, everyone's heart clenched with tension, their gaze fixed intently on Sky Crying Great Saint and Yang Zhen, searching for even the tiniest opportunity!
After Sky Crying Great Saint snorted coldly, his murky eyes suddenly erupted with a brilliant light, and he stared at Yang Zhen as he slowly rose to his feet.
Yang Zhen retained his arrogant pose with hand on hip, continuing to play the part of a statue.
The situation was dire, and inwardly Yang Zhen was cursing his luck.
When Sky Crying Great Saint's eyes blazed gold, Yang Zhen felt a tremble in his Spirit Soul. Although he was uncertain why, he knew all too well: this was the feeling of facing a natural enemy.
This feeling... it was unsettling!
