"Damn it, why aren't you dead yet?"
A furious voice rang out in the core chamber.
"Hehe, even if you die, I won't!"
The other person chuckled and gave the middle finger.
It wasn't Zhang Ze who was frustrated, but the mysterious hand.
Although the black hand had no scalp, it felt a phantom pain, making it feel a bit jittery.
It had already issued four or five Emperor's Decrees, and Zhang Ze's protective magical artifacts shattered one after another.
Yet every time it thought it could crush this ant, the kid would pull out another top-tier magical artifact.
Moreover, somehow, the kid kept emerging unscathed.
Logically, with the kid's cultivation, even with magical artifacts, he should have been crushed by the residual forces.
"Hah, noobs, did you not eat today?" Zhang Ze rolled over, got up from the ground, with only a slightly dirty corner of his clothes.
Despite the tough words, Zhang Ze's heart was pounding.
