'My personal power isn't strong, with their help, doesn't it just amplify my momentum?' Zhang Rongfang said calmly. He didn't feel anything was wrong at all.
'.....' White Scale suddenly felt that the longer he followed Zhang Rongfang, the more he realized how normal he himself was.
Indeed.....
Ever since his one and only statue was smashed, from that moment on, he should have realized that Zhang Rongfang was a madman.
'Something's coming.' Zhang Rongfang suddenly said.
The eyes of both man and god simultaneously looked diagonally downward ahead.
In mid-air, a streak of blue light like a meteor rushed into the boundless sea of blood clouds with unstoppable momentum.
As soon as they made contact, the divine shepherd's body began to emit a subtle sound of corrosion.
Countless blood clouds swiftly converged towards him.
Blood and divine power mixed together, rapidly neutralizing, consuming, disappearing.
