Every word spoken by the Blood Robe Fierce God violated taboos, and the Hanhai Citizens couldn't hear him, only Gao Ming and the Netherworld Fetus could.
"Perhaps long ago, the Deep World wasn't as terrifying as it appears now; it only became like this after being shrouded in that darkness for too long."
The Blood City Lords present had already withdrawn their gaze, having sensed the wrath of some distant existence, they no longer intervened.
The Blood Robe Fierce God stood alone under the night sky, chains on his body piercing through dreams and reality, unrestrained, unbidden, like a bird about to crash through its cage, or a fish about to leap out of the sea.
Under a powerful oppression, the Blood Robe Fierce God didn't retreat even half a step, his eyes fixated on a certain direction.
"If I lack even the courage to look at you directly, how can I be called a Fierce God?"
