Ye Ran waved his hand: "Now is not the time to talk about these things."
Then, Ye Ran's gaze turned to the distant ruins, his eyes icy, his voice as chilling as the north wind in the dead of winter:
"All your reliance is gone. How long do you plan to hide?"
Ye Ran's voice echoed in the space, but no one responded.
"Who are you looking for?" Wang Xianghe asked curiously, his divine sense sweeping around but he did not detect any signs of life.
Ye Ran sighed softly, a hint of disdain in his eyes: "Why are there always some people who overestimate themselves, clinging to wishful thinking even when death is imminent..."
As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Ran's figure slowly rose into the air, his arms outstretched, his whole being resembling a god who ruled over all things.
How many floors can a bag of rice be carried up...?
In an instant, the entire space froze.
In an instant, Wang Xianghe was horrified to find himself unable to move, and even his thoughts slowed down. Not only him, but everything around him, including drifting dust and flowing energy, began to decompose without warning, turning into the most primordial particles.
This is a power that transcends destruction, a power capable of reducing all things to their most basic form. Before this power, all concealment and disguise become meaningless.
"Ah!!!" A shrill scream came from the void, and then the two figures hidden in the dimensional rift were forced to reveal themselves.
One was a bewitching woman dressed in a magnificent robe, her face exquisitely beautiful, with a pair of small horns and folded bat wings on her back that revealed her succubus identity. At this moment, she was staring at Ye Ran in terror, her beautiful face contorted with fear.
The other was a bald old man, dressed in a simple robe, with eyes as deep as the starry sky, and his whole being exuded a Buddhist aura....
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