The multicolored rays of twilight can only block the pressure of sages from this world; if they take action, they cannot be stopped.
Jiang Fan felt the cold of death, but his gaze remained calm and resolute.
"Then I'll answer you once more!"
"The Peace Monument... will not be given to you!"
In his heart, he felt an unspeakable disappointment. It was hard enough to hope for the return of a Disaster Realm Sage, only to meet someone who viewed the lives of Central Earth people as insignificant.
The expression of the gray-robed middle-aged man was indifferent:
"Then just die."
He lightly tapped Jiang Fan's forehead with his finger.
Meanwhile, Jiang Fan held tightly onto a jade box filled with dirty blood.
If he is killed, it will be mutual destruction.
"Stop!" A deep and unified shout came from nine directions.
It was the nine transformed Great Wine Sacrifices, speaking simultaneously, though differing in gender, age, and vigor.
