"Protector Zhan, you truly disappoint me!"
The cold voice echoed from above.
The luxurious lady in palace attire slowly stood up, a fragrant breeze following her.
Zhan Li dared not lift his head.
There was an exceptionally divine aura surrounding the beautiful woman in palace attire; she wore a mask, yet her presence felt like that of a deity walking the earth.
Indeed, she was the emissary of a deity in the mortal realm.
She was personally chosen by Lady Honghua as the temple priest and was the Grand Host of the Red Flower Assembly, with profound cultivation.
At this moment, she seemed to resonate with the colossal Eight-armed Demon God Golden Body in the center of the temple.
In Zhan Li's eyes, she appeared as if a true deity had descended.
Zhan Li dared not utter a single complaint.
As he endured the pain, the faint light on the Golden Body of the Eight-armed Demon God flickered before gathering back within.
