Beside him, surrounded by thunderclouds, Zhang Jian's gaze swept through the depths of the surrounding void. With his extraordinarily keen Primordial Spirit Spiritual Sense, he had already sensed several gazes suddenly attracted by his presence. His eyes swept around, and he spoke coldly.
"My fellow cultivators, our Great Xia's Dharma Guardian Divine Monarch is undergoing tribulation here. Please stay away from this place to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings!"
As Zhang Jian's words fell, there was no movement in the void, but he could still vaguely sense that faint aura lingering.
A trace of coldness flashed in his eyes.
"This is a warning. If you remain unmoved, I won't have the patience to notify repeatedly!"
