"Dead, dead..."
In the conference room of the Immortal Path world, as Black Heaven sensed that the other party would no longer summon him, a hint of fear seeped into his heart.
No longer summoning him.
It meant that unruly guy had died just like that.
Died so simply.
"But he was the Parallel God, so hard to kill, and so skilled at hiding..." someone couldn't help but choke, "he must have other true forms out there."
"Yes, Mogan Nan wouldn't die so easily."
Nobody actually cared for Mogan Nan; they all understood the terrifying implication of this event.
Mogan Nan's death.
It was like a dark cloud looming over the Immortal Path world, a looming tempest, pressing so heavily that everyone found it hard to breathe.
Everyone clearly understood.
That terrifying and supreme existence from the future was going to obtain these two parallel Divine Artifacts, ready to strike, advance or retreat at will.
The opponent held the initiative.
