An Unexpected Message

He Chuan circulated his quintessential essence and chased after the otherworldly godfiend with all his might. Like a flashing meteor, he instantly arrived within thirty meters of the other party.

"If you're willing to bury the hatchet, I'll give you endless benefits. Besides, there are powerful experts in our clan. Even saint cultivators are just ants. If you kill me, they'll never let you go!" The godfiend was truly afraid. He begged He Chuan to let him go.

Wagging his tail and begging for mercy.

Unfortunately, He Chuan didn't answer him as if he didn't hear him.

He had already obtained the information he wanted from the few words of the outer realm godfiend.

As expected, saint cultivators weren't at the end of cultivation. There were even higher realms. The outer realm gods weren't gods. They were just a mysterious race.

Perhaps they were more talented in cultivation.