At this place where all the peak experts of the various worlds were gathered, when they all saw the methods of that human expert, their faces fell and were filled with fear and wariness.
A True God expert was practically invincible, with an indestructible soul, and compared to ordinary half-step True God warriors, it was like a moon compared to fireflies. There was simply too wide a gap. One True God was enough to wipe out all the people within.
The human True God expert swept them all a cold gaze, "I'm Harlem, a Type 10 powerhouse. All you crows, from now on, you are my troops. If you don't want to die, pick up your weapons and prepare for battle. Come with me."
Hearing those words, everyone had a terrible expression, as they felt a bad premonition.
One of the half-step True Gods, a being with a dino-head, covered in black scales and sharp blades on his limbs, asked with respect, "Sir Harlem, may I ask where is this place?"
