"What's this?" Elder Huii widened his eyes, feeling an inexplicable sense of familiarity. A white light flashed through his mind.
One palm!
One finger!
All of this was strikingly similar to his previous encounter with Wang Teng!
An incredible thought surfaced in his mind. This true god had come for Wang Teng!
He couldn't help but entertain this notion. The resemblance was uncanny.
Yet, no matter how reluctant he was to believe it, Elder Hui couldn't shake the suspicion. Wang Teng was merely a cosmos-stage martial warrior. Why would a god-stage martial warrior help him?
Even if he were a direct disciple, it was rare for a true god to intervene personally. Which true god would deign to intervene on behalf of a cosmos-stage martial warrior?
It wasn't just Elder Hui. Even Heishan Gan, upon seeing the giant finger phantom, couldn't help but think of Wang Teng.