The black universe was filled with nothingness.
The chubby old man Real God Peng Huo, who was like a small mountain, was standing on a mountain and he was waiting quietly.
After a short while, a shadow appeared in his line of vision.
The approaching person wore purple armor and battle boots. In addition, his head also wore a battle helmet. He also looked handsome and he looked just a purple war god.
"Real God Peng Huo," Real God Zi Ye's face revealed a modest expression.
Although he was a top Chaotic Real God, he was still inferior to Real God Peng Huo.
"Zi Ye, why is the Soaring Heaven King Palace looking for Jian Wushuang?" Real God Peng Huo asked.
"We naturally have something for him. However, it's not convenient for me to tell you the details," Real God Zi Ye laughed.
Real God Peng Huo raised his eyebrows and said disapprovingly, "Forget it if you do not wish to tell me. I saw Jian Wushuang previously. He is in that direction."