The Evil God Tribe's warrior revealed a look of despair, and the fury in its heart seemed to have been drenched by cold water. The Enraged Intent that soared into the sky started to become smaller and weaker.
Looking at the majestic figure in the silver light, the Evil God Tribe's warrior raised its fist and kept on trembling, finding it hard to even clench its fist.
At this moment, the courage it had summoned up in an impulse completely disappeared. Many legends, history, and myths continuously appeared in its mind, telling the warrior that it was impossible to win against this opponent.
'It's impossible... I really can't do it... To defeat an existence like this... I really can't do it.'
It revealed an extremely regretful expression, regretting having left the Red River and arriving to this world.
Looking at the Evil God Tribe's warrior before him, Fang Xingjian raised his palm once again, pushing out toward the warrior gently.
