It was the shadow of an old man covered in golden fur.
The old man is over seventy years old and his head is completely bald, without a single hair.
On his chin, he had a messy beard of varying lengths, which made him look a bit sloppy.
He was dressed in rags, with unkempt hair and a dirty face, and looked as inconspicuous as a beggar on the street.
However, beneath this seemingly miserable appearance, there is a terrifying and heart-pounding pressure!
The pressure was as heavy as a towering mountain and as unfathomable as the vast ocean.
Just by taking a glance, everyone present felt as if their souls were tightly grasped by an invisible hand, and they couldn't help but feel the urge to worship it!
The feeling of awe that comes from deep within the heart is simply irresistible.
"Could it be a god?"
Han Feng sighed inwardly.
If this is really a god, there is no point in fighting. Just admit defeat!
Suddenly, the voice of the sun echoed in his mind, "Han Feng, that old fellow was the first god of the barbarians. But he died a long time ago. He is just a phantom of a god condensed by will. He doesn't have much combat power and can only scare people at best."
"That puts my mind at ease."
Han Feng was certain in his heart.
"Who bullied me, the barbarians?"
The bald old man said coldly.
The voice was icy cold, making everyone tremble.
"Lord God King, he is the one who bullied me!"
Chen Zhantian pointed at Han Feng like a child complaining.
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