The tense body of Xuandiao Divine Monarch gradually relaxed.
Suddenly,
A voice whispered in his ear.
"What are you so tense about?"
This voice was hazy, with an echo, as if it came from the depths of an endless dream realm, reflecting in the heart of a living being, causing ripples.
"Not good!"
Xuandiao Divine Monarch's face changed drastically.
Without thinking, he instantly burned his essence blood, producing a large expanse of gold light, transforming into a mountain-like Xuanjin divine eagle, with wings spanning the sky and earth, letting out a sharp cry, hurtling towards his son with the utmost ferocity.
Golden Eagle True Venerable stood numbingly still.
Just as he was about to die, a finger emerged from the dream realm through his eye.
This finger was slender, pure white and long, seemingly fragile like an ant facing the ferocious demon clan monarch, as if it could be blown apart by the wind.
