The divine voice resounded, carrying an inexplicable charm.
Those Pottery People dared not truly rise up.
The buzzing steel creations that flew had shattered their perceptions, even an ordinary Soldier Commander, it seemed, possessed not such might.
After all, being able to fly in the sky already surpassed these people's understanding.
Li Xiaodan watched this scene and immediately bowed in reverence.
The woman dressed as a Taoist Priestess stood firm, her peach-blossom eyes filled with a hint of confusion, and finally, looking at the man, she said discontentedly, "Pretending to be a god, deceiving the masses!"
She didn't feel any trace of divinity.
How could this be called a god?
She concluded in her heart that the other party was nothing but a swindler with some tricks up his sleeve.
A swindler with just a little ability.
As her words fell, a gaze landed on the woman dressed as a Taoist Priestess.
He sat cross-legged in the air, silent.