"Say, are you lacking in strength?" Wang Meng asked.
"GAH..." The Cyan Wilderness God's laughter came to an abrupt halt!
"So that really is the case, isn't it?"
"Nonsense, ignorant mortal! I am the Cyan Wilderness God. Since I have descended here, it is your divine providence..."
"If you had enough strength, you wouldn't be spouting so much nonsense to us," Wang Meng said indifferently.
"Foolish mortal..."
"Still not making a move? It seems you're nothing but trash. So-called miracles are probably just Illusion Techniques. Not bad, it does have a bit of a Mirage Insect's flavor to it. You wouldn't happen to be an old Mirage Insect, would you?" Wang Meng smiled faintly as he continued.
BOOM...
The Cyan Wilderness God could endure it no longer. Her Fate Grids radiated blinding light as tearing tempests blasted toward Wang Meng.
A mere Mirage Insect wasn't even qualified to be a gatekeeper. At the very least, it required a Ten Thousand Year Flood Dragon.
"Blasphemer, die!"
