At the moment of stepping into the starry sky, terrifying darkness enveloped Rod, an endless pollution came rushing, this boundless high-level Spirit Realm, at this moment, was brimming with black fog, snarling malice roaring in every billow of initial black fog, as if to tear apart and devour the invader.
Rod knew this was the Divine Country of the Primordial Divine King rejecting him, this realm belonging to the Supreme God at this moment had completely fallen, becoming an abyss of darkness, that evil, chaotic, indescribable will roaring in this space like countless mad ghosts.
"This twisted ripple, it's the source feedback of the black fog!"
