Xu Yangyi calmly watched Rocjourney. The other’s expression was already ashen, and veins bulged out on his forehead.

Rocjourney, who could be considered blessed by fortune, couldn’t imagine it… that the move just now from an upper-realm cultivator from the End of Days—a cultivator without rank—was enough to seriously injure him! It was to the extent… that he would possibly have to manifest his true form!

This was the person he had ridiculed?

Had Earth… truly entered the End of Days?

But in the next second, he almost cried out in surprise because the frost scattered by Enihilus floated into view again!

“Apologize,” Enihilus repeated.

Xu Yangyi observed Rocjourney coldly. Although he was looking up from below, he gave rise to an illusion that he was looking down from above.

To overlook from level land, to face upwards from the mind.

“I… I…” Almost unable to contain his emotions, Rocjourney tightly clenched his molars, his words drifting out from between gritted teeth. “I…” 

He continued to repeat the very first part of his sentence. He could no longer speak. In apologizing to someone he’d just been calling an insect a little while ago, his self-respect couldn’t accept it!

“I…” Crimson-faced, he suddenly shouted...