After recalling the twelve Ancestral Witch Statues, Xuanyuan Changfeng channeled his Divine Power, and his injuries healed rapidly.
He looked at the clones and the Insect Race army Chu Sheng had summoned, an undisguised sneer spreading across his face.
"Nothing but a futile last stand."
"Without those twelve pieces of junk, you're less than an ant in my eyes."
Just as he raised his hand, preparing to condense his Divine Power to kill Chu Sheng in a single blow...
Chu Sheng's aura suddenly... changed!
It was a change that defied description.
It was as if what stood before him was no longer a tiny, insignificant mosquito.
But rather...
A deity, striding forth from primordial times, who looked down upon all creation and held the power of life and death in its hands!!!
Immediately after, an overwhelmingly suffocating sense of death washed over Xuanyuan Changfeng, enveloping him completely.
His body went rigid. He couldn't move so much as a finger.
