"The seventh onslaught?"
Fang Xingjian did not know why but when he heard this, he felt a slight tremor in his mind, and an extremely familiar feeling gushed forward. However, no matter how much thought he put into it, he could not recall what the seventh onslaught was.
Therefore, he continued to ask, "What on earth is the seventh onslaught?"
The small lizard only shook his head pitifully. "Only the upper echelon of the Terrene Shrine would know about these. We are not told of these things."
Hearing that, Fang Xingjian looked at Tyrant, who was in the form of a bangle, and said, "What about you? As one of the top three unrivalled geniuses in the Terrene Shrine, you should know what the seventh onslaught is, right?"
Tyrant remained silent.
