Chapter 2821
- The Spiritual Race disciples down below instantly felt a strength that was impossible to defy crushing down on them. Their bodies groaned as they were on the verge of snapping, and their souls were battered and barraged to point of breaking.
- Zhao Feng suffered under pressure not one bit inferior to anyone else’s. If not for his formidable physical body, firm soul, and the protection of his God Eye, he would have already bent the knee to this half-step God Lord.
- “Correct; I want a few days to think!” Zhao Feng barely managed to squeeze these words out from between his clenched teeth.