Wang Mang quickly scanned the surroundings with his gaze.
When he saw Jiang Ye's figure still standing not far away, still enveloped by Immeasurable Divine Power, Wang Mang's pupils couldn't help but shrink.
Fuck, did the system's substitute fighter actually fail?
Indeed, facing an eighth-tier Creator God is not that simple.
Wang Mang's heart trembled as he rapidly pondered how to escape.
Fortunately, the opponent was not the Creator God's true form, otherwise, he might as well just wait to die on the spot.
But the situation still seemed bleak.
Suddenly, Wang Mang felt an inexplicable sense of palpitations filling his heart.
As if guided by something, he slightly turned his head to look beside him.
When he saw that figure enshrouded in a swirl of black mist, his pupils suddenly constricted.
Before he could react further, myriad strands of karma power in earthy yellow emerged from the depths of the void.
