The person standing before him undeniably looked like Emperor Tian.
Although the figure wore a conical hat, attempting to conceal his identity, Shan Bing still sensed who it was— even without any tangible evidence, he could confirm this familiar feeling; he wasn't wrong.
It was definitely Emperor Tian, undoubtedly Emperor Tian, he's back! That monstrous being akin to a god has returned!
"You..."
In an instant, Shan Bing's back was drenched in cold sweat.
The once immense horror surged behind him again, helplessness and confusion tightened around his throat, his heart began to wildly thump, his face turned pale in an instant, sweat dripped from his forehead, each drop hitting the depths of his soul, reviving memories he should have forgotten.
After all, it hadn't been long ago, how could he truly forget.
"I..."
Instinctively, his knees buckled, and Shan Bing almost collapsed to the ground.
