But all this was thanks to a hero—Wang Ran!
Wang Ran clenched his fists excitedly.
It worked!
My mission is complete!
He stared straight ahead, and although the surveillance equipment's screen was spinning, he could still reconstruct a normal image in his mind with his strong spirit and constitution.
He saw the Evil God.
The body of the Evil God was about three to four hundred meters tall, its skin grey-white, and one could vaguely make out the facial features of a Hua Nation person, but this face shouldn't belong to It.
Wang Ran paid close attention to the Evil God's clothes.
The Evil God was donned in a grey-white robe that was plain, with almost no patterns visible at a glance.
"What can you tell from this?"
Wang Ran wondered.
The duration of the "Temporal-Spatial Exchange" had ended, and without the Comprehension of the Apocalypse Body, he felt a sense of defeat, like not being able to find the answers during an open-book exam.