Wang Ming was tall and burly, his entire stature reaching ten feet tall, he could stand shoulder to shoulder with the Demon King, but his physique was even more terrifying, like a towering iron pagoda spanning between heaven and earth, making everything seem to condense and still.
He said nothing, simply standing protectively in front of Ye Chen.
Ye Chen sighed softly, "Old friend, after all, I've had to use the last resort you gave me—"
"It's alright, this is not something you can contend with at the moment. Once everything's restored, you can be invincible. Those so-called Saints are nothing but beings you could suppress with a flick of your hand." Wang Ming had an almost blind faith in Ye Chen.
"Wang Ming? No, this is just one of his projection avatars, he couldn't possibly appear on the Domain Battlefield."
