"Mr. Bai, how do you feel now?"
"Water God, don't be anxious… Yes, I feel something."
"What feeling? Can you describe it in detail?"
In the sea of blood, nine figures stood quietly 1,500 kilometers away from the pillar of sanguine light and watched Li Changshou and Bai Ze, who were getting busy a thousand feet away.
At that moment, Bai Ze revealed his main body. The vertical horn on his forehead kept flickering with light. The three colorful feathers around him kept floating, and the filthy water of the sea of blood was blocked 100 feet away.
When the Great Tribulation descended, the heavenly secrets would be confused. Divination and deduction would be useless. The unique mystical ability of an auspicious beast like Bai Ze was extremely precious.
At that moment, Bai Ze was under immense pressure.
He was really afraid that he had sensed wrongly and let the disciples of the top Saints of the Dao Sect fall into a trap.