บท 1020: A Bowl of Yellow Spring Water, Returning to the God Slaying Platform

"Respect the god's decree!"

The Wind Guard Ancestor lowered his head.

Outsiders didn't know but the members of the Wind Guard Race were very clear that they had a belief, and what they believed in was a god.

This god gave them life and a mission.

And from the fluctuations from their souls, they could clearly sense that the god… was right in front of them.

As for the form and strength of the god, it wasn't something they had to consider. This was because a god was a god, capable of transforming all things and assuming myriad forms.

As he spoke, the ancestor immediately sat down cross-legged. The instant he closed his eyes, he lifted his right hand and pressed two fingers on the circle on his forehead.

The soul fluctuations instantly spread out from his body and fused into the black wind.

At the same time, chants echoed from the mouth of the captain who was floating in the air.