"Is this the combat power of a Celestial God?"
With a flip of his hand, Shi Hao grasped the clouds in the sky as if he could suppress and kill all enemies!
He had a feeling that now he could pluck stars in the ninth level of heaven, and extinguish the nether world, omnipotent and unfathomable; now he could go out and kill strong foes.
Blood surged, primordial spirit power spread, his body had become incomparably strong, and his divine sense grew sharper!
In a trance, he found himself wandering in the void, entering the universe, sitting cross-legged on a giant star, surrounded by brilliant stars swirling around him, evolving the road.
"Hmm, something's not right!"
In an instant, Shi Hao became alert, a soft reprimand brought him back to his senses, his expressions changed, taking a long time to fully recover.
"Is this the aftermath of the Holy Sacrifice, almost getting lost!" He whispered softly.
