"Now I'll give you a chance, roll back to the Western Heaven, or die!"
"Do you really want to see both the fish and the net perish?"
Great Sun Tathagata looked at this Human Race Saint with a deep gaze, a faint hint of melancholy appearing on his face.
Once regarded by him as insignificant as ants and wantonly slaughtered, the Human Race could now actually challenge him.
The psychological disparity made it difficult to accept.
Chen, the old Demon God, was very indifferent, without any emotional fluctuation:
"For the last time, die or scram!"
"You're very confident, aren't you!"
Great Sun Tathagata's pupils dilated, speaking coldly.
"Hmph!"
Chen, the old Demon God, didn't want to talk more, just snorted coldly. Instantly, the endless Demonic Qi burst forth, collapsing the radiant Buddha Light on his body and enveloping the vast Energy Fluctuations in all directions.
The once bright Primordial World immediately became dim.
