The Saint was furious.
Saint Zhunti's face darkened, his aura sweeping across the entire mortal world. Even the Ninefold Heaven Palace trembled; countless creatures could feel the Saint's anger. They prostrated themselves on the ground, shivering uncontrollably.
"Who has provoked the Saint's wrath? It's terrifying. It's been so long since anyone felt the Saint's fury."
"Such a terrifying aura, which Saint could it be?"
"How fearsome this aura is, as if it's the end of the world—the sun and moon have lost their luster."
「On the road.」
The Nine-winged Mosquito, who was heading toward the Flowing Sand River, suddenly stopped in its tracks, utterly shocked.
"HISS!"
