Staring at the stout, well-built man with smooth and distinct lines, Jian Wushuang was surprised and exclaimed, "Frost Demon Clan?"
He looked very similar to the ancient temple and ancient warriors he had once slain.
But the opponent's power was too overwhelming.
Jian Wushuang couldn't even sense the opponent's presence.
"Boy, remember my name. Once you arrive at the Realm King Continent, it will be very interesting!" The stout man sneered and, before the surrounding spacetime could condense, he leapt into the abyss along the river.
Splash!
A figure emerged from the water once more.
This time, Jian Wushuang recognized the person.
"Zamasu?"
Indeed, it was Zamasu's hidden hand at play here.
