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Unlike the ruined corpses outside,
the giant before him was the image of a complete god.
Thirty or perhaps forty meters tall, with long ashen-white beard, a stern face, and eyes full of interest—an interest akin to the joy of opening a package and being satisfied with its contents.
He was clad in azure scale armor, faintly emitting a special light.
Just standing there, he emanated an immense and heavy sense of oppression.
And yet, his rating was actually 'Primordial God.'
Could even divine rankings have distinctions between primary and secondary?
"Where is this place?" Fang Hao raised his head and asked.
"You can think of this as a bridge for communication between you and me," the Primordial Giant replied solemnly, withdrawing his gaze.
A bridge for communication?
Fang Hao's mental defenses were inherently strong.
Even superior deities would find it difficult to penetrate his mind.
