"This..."
William I and Angwell looked at the Pope of Fate, who almost fled in disarray, both with a somewhat dazed expression.
The other side claimed to have received divine revelation, what does that mean?
Could it be that the River of Fate personally decreed they would suffer a crushing defeat?
If it were an ordinary, magic-less world, the commanders wouldn't believe in such nonsense.
But they were all rank 9 professionals, aware of the terror within, a sense of dread suddenly emerged.
At this moment, above the military camp.
An invisible door opened, and Zhong Shenxiu gracefully emerged, looking down at the two, a slight smile on his face: "Gentlemen... good day!"
As he spoke, Zhong Shenxiu's figure suddenly exploded into an indeterminate mist.
Thousand-Handed Thousand-Eyed Stone Buddha, Indescribable Ancient God, Purple Qi Vast Dao Venerable...
Various Dharma Bodies began to emerge one by one within the indeterminate mist.
