He didn't understand why Officer Shen wanted him to send a message to the Future Buddha, but instinctively, he complied.
A Golden Cicada emerged from Zhi Kong's palm, then buzzed into scattered golden sand.
"Hmph!"
With the eyesight of the Emperor of the North Pole, he could naturally tell if it was a blinding technique. Upon seeing the monk send out the message, he reluctantly released the other's head.
"With the cultivation of the Future Buddha, even if he were at the edge of this barbaric land, it would take no more than the time of a stick of incense to arrive here."
"I've given you time; is it enough?"
The Emperor of the North Pole's face once again held a smile, and with a casual gesture, he cast a red incense stick in Qing Guang, the wispy blue smoke blurred his features.
Even though I now possess strengths comparable to a Sect Hierarch, facing two opponents at once is still somewhat challenging.
His every word and action was meant to exert pressure on Shen Yi.
