"Who exactly is this?"
Although Lao Huang promised to pay some attention, the closer he got, the more his rationality was gradually devoured by fear. He tried to steady his steps, but was trembling, limping forward with difficulty.
"How should I say it." Su Qi paused, "I don't know either..."
"??"
He indeed did not know who the other party was, after all, there were only two words… [Ancient God]
This is a code name referring to ancient gods, which is quite broad; who knows which one it points to.
However, Su Qi looked toward the opposite side.
At the center of the projection, there was almost no specific shape, yet it could not be ignored. It was a core seemingly surrounded by countless twisted tentacles, emitting whispers that made souls tremble, as if summoning fear and despair from the world.
Those whispers were sometimes clear, sometimes blurry, carrying an asphyxiating temptation in between, as if trying to incite the darkest desires in one's heart.
