It's not hard to imagine how formidable the Primitive was. In this mysterious world, where almost everyone had lost their divine skills with only their powerful bodies to rely on, he could still manifest part of his might; his true strength was unfathomable.
If it weren't for his inability to fully utilize his divine powers, a single blow could obliterate the Snow-White Little Beast multiple times over.
This is the strength of a Half-Ancestor God!
Even though in this moment he is but a fallen Phoenix, he is still not someone that others can compare to.
"Primitive, you scumbag, you're a big villain ..." Already quite anxious, the Snow-White Little Beast was now extremely angry, communicating its rage through psychic vibrations, "Why did you deceive me, kill me?"
"You shouldn't have been born into this world, you must be executed!" The Primitive responded coldly, raising his War Sword once more, pointing it towards the Snow-White Little Beast in the sky.
