"You cannot be blasphemed."
"Therefore… I still need some life to make the activity of this flesh match the status of the great god chosen by the heavens."
The god's finger emitted a buzzing sound, as though It was a little frustrated. Some of the wounds on Its body cracked under the shaking.
However, It didn't care at all. After circling the sky a few times, it suddenly disappeared amidst the distortion and blurriness in the surroundings.
Upon seeing this scene, Xu Qing narrowed his eyes and various thoughts raced in his mind. He realized that his current state was a life-and-death crisis but it was also a huge opportunity.
He could sense that the Golden Crow totemic tattoo on his back was constantly heating up, revealing intense desire. However, it was firmly suppressed by Xu Qing, not allowing its aura to spread out at all.
It wasn't time yet.