"Early stage of Manifesting Saint Realm, Chen Wujin?"
Qin Jun's lips curled upwards, revealing a sneer.
Do you really not know the vastness between heaven and earth, thinking just by entering the realm of the saint you can be overbearing?
If Chen Wujin had witnessed Wei Yue's tragic death just now, perhaps he would have changed his mind.
Unfortunately, it's too late.
Qin Jun shook his head with a smile, not needing to give any orders, as Qiang Liang stepped into the void.
With the momentum of the progenitor of thunder, as soon as he took a step, all creatures in the entire starry sky could feel an unparalleled oppressive force bearing down on them.
Chen Wujin, standing on the deck of the Demon League's magical ship, had a dramatic change in his complexion, his white eyebrows furrowed, and his eagle eyes narrowed, as if he had seen a ghost.
"This momentum... impossible..."
