After the outcry,
it was almost a subconscious action. Zuo Qingtian quickly bowed his head to glance at the golden rope in his hand before shifting his gaze back up to the Qingyun figure in the sky.
"Hehe, the first and second on the Devil God Ranking, and even the most mysterious Purple Gold Trio, except for that Huan Meng suspected of being skilled at Artifact Refining, it seems they have all gathered. How... lively!"
He said to himself, his voice hoarse as he involuntarily recalled the encounter he had almost been annihilated by that Pure Yang being with wings on its back. A self-mocking expression flashed across his face.
Zuo Qingtian had a ridiculous thought: Could it be that he, ranked second on the Devil God Ranking, no, now third, had always been a laughingstock in their eyes?
Thinking this way, he couldn't help but glance at Yinguo and Hei Shui in the sky, his eyebrows knitting slightly.
