"Switch to a Saint?"
The First War God was taken aback. From the corner of his eye, he suddenly glimpsed the young man in white extending a hand across the void and gently pressing towards him.
POOF!
A muffled sound echoed.
The First War God felt as if his immense body was no longer under his control, and it careened towards The Saint of Eight Extremes like a small mountain.
How is this man—so powerful?
Mid-flight, the First War God's eyes bulged wide as he roared hysterically in his heart.
The Saint of Eight Extremes' expression was rigid. He abruptly shot out his hand, catching the First War God's massive body out of thin air.
This man, he's also of the God Realm!
The Saint of Eight Extremes gazed intently at Ye Yun, making this guess internally.
Upon being caught, the First War God felt his internal organs churn tumultuously. He abruptly spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.
The blood-red glow that spanned 30,000 miles rapidly retracted into the First War God's body.
