Chen Shouyi thought it over and over, and this was the only explanation.
He let out a sigh of relief.
Earlier, he was almost scared to pee himself; the momentum of this divine descent was just too strong.
It was as if the winds and clouds changed colors, and the world was about to collapse.
He had once seen the true form of the God of Hunting from afar in the outskirts of Ningzhou, but whether it be divine power or the commotion it caused, they were incomparably different, like clouds and mud.
"This time was really too reckless. If it weren't for that kind-hearted monster snake taking a disaster for him, the consequences would have been unpredictable," Chen Shouyi thought to himself, secretly reflecting:
"Ultimately, it's because I've become arrogant. Ever since I killed the possessed body of the God of Hunting, I've been noticeably less cautious, feeling that even in another world I could come and go freely!"
This incident taught him a good lesson.
