The God of Punishment and the Burning Immortal approached Qin Yuan.
The titan's eyes radiated fire, as if he was displeased with his existence.
"Boy, you must have bad intentions, right?" He said in a hoarse voice.
Qin Yuan was too lazy to respond, so he only glanced at him before looking at the God of Punishment.
The latter might have a mind of his own, but he was so calm, who knew what he was thinking.
Whoosh!
Suddenly he took out a piece of yellow paper with mysterious doodles on it. It had an extremely ancient aura, something that seemed connected to the unknown.
In any case, when he saw that paper, Qin Yuan felt an extreme sense of danger, a danger that made him feel that he had to run as far as he could or his fate would no longer be in his hands.
'Was it being controlled by some kind of artifact?' Qin Yuan wondered.