The roar of the blood-colored figure caused Ye Feng, already in the throes of extreme shock, to quiver with his heartstrings.
From the words of this blood-colored figure, he gleaned some hidden secrets.
He understood that the resurrection of his destroyed Divine Country World was entirely the formidable work of that skeleton.
Or rather, it was the merit of the remnants of the Supreme world.
Yet such merit, such formidable state, was simply too unimaginable.
Although the Divine Country World was fully restored, at this moment, Ye Feng felt no excitement.
Instead, his heart grew heavier, colder, for he knew well that, perhaps, today's battle would bury his life entirely here.
Thinking of this, his intent to kill became even heavier.
Only now did he understand why, since their initial meeting, Xuan repeatedly assisted him: it was all a plan to use his body as a vessel to manifest the Supreme Power in its entirety.
