The cold voice was eerie, as if it came from the Nine Netherworld, making everyone particularly uncomfortable.
"Who? Get the hell out here!" Fatty Du shouted angrily, vigilantly scanning his surroundings.
He was bolstering his own courage, because there was a twinge of trepidation in his heart, sending chills out from his bones!
Evidently, this person had been nearby, witnessing the entire battle process.
To dare to reveal himself at this moment unquestionably indicated a profound confidence in his own strength.
The Top-Grade Sacred Weapon, the Purple Gold Divine Bell, carried immense deterrence.
A wave from the bell, and anything with form would be shattered into dust.
Unfortunately, now he was utterly incapable of wielding this Big Killer once more, only able to bluff, hoping to scare the adversary away.
"Hehehehe..."
