WHOOSH—
The golden blood mist coalesced.
His face pale and weak, Saint Elephant Ancestor reformed his physical body. Blazing golden flames burned in his shattered eyes as he glared at Wu Dao, who was strolling leisurely toward him. He gritted his teeth and said:
"You're just an Incarnation?"
Just moments ago, he had received a message via a Secret Technique. The Wu Dao currently clashing with him was actually just an Incarnation!
Just!
A single!
Incarnation!!
An indescribable sense of frustration and humiliation overwhelmed the infinite pain in his body and soul. It was enough to drive Saint Elephant Ancestor mad!
"What?"
Wu Dao paused, his gaze as deep as an abyss. He mocked, "Are you not convinced? Or perhaps you want my Main Body to come. Do you think… you're worthy?"
"…"
Saint Elephant Ancestor ground his teeth so hard they nearly shattered, and the corners of his eyes almost split open from rage. He was so furious he began to laugh.
