"Cang Kai."
"Cang Kai."
"Cang Kai..."
In a daze, Cang Kai heard someone calling his name.
"Who..."
His consciousness felt unbearably heavy, as if he had been rudely awakened from a long afternoon nap.
"Become my Divine Envoy, and I will grant you the Power to save your people..."
The distant consciousness sent intermittent messages.
Cang Kai became slightly more lucid, recalling many things from his past life—the smug face of the Lizard God Envoy, the scenes of his people slaughtering each other—all flashed through his mind.
"What kind of deceit are you plotting this time?"
"Gods? I, Cang, have never believed in gods!"
Though he was merely a King Tier, having raised the banner of resistance, it was naturally impossible for him to know nothing of the Abyss.
He knew clearly that their world was the domain of that Outer Realm Demon. Now that the other's Divine Altar was still alight, how could another powerful being possibly arrive and even contend with it?
