"Who are you? Why are you in my mind?"
"Who am I?"
In the face of Siba's questioning, the black shadow floated in front of Siba. Under Siba's rather nervous gaze, the black shadow revealed a smile, seemingly very relaxed. He smiled and said, "I am the God of Death that roamed the continent thirty-five thousand years ago. My status is only below one person, and above countless people. Who do you think I am?"
Boom!
These words caused Siba's heart to tremble and he was stunned on the spot.
30,000 years ago.
I was born on the continent!
The God of Death!
Siba looked at the black figure in disbelief. He was so shocked that he could not speak.
Looking at Siba's appearance, the black figure sighed. His eyes revealed an emotional expression as he said, "Sigh, it's a pity that things have changed drastically. People are no longer the same as before. 30,000 years have passed and the people in the world do not even know about me."