Autarch Qian’s mad laughter drove them into confusion.

"Friend from the Archaion Divine Realm? What do you mean!?” Tianming felt an ominous premonition.

Obviously, Autarch Qian didn’t seem crazy. In fact, his current state suggested he was sure of revenge.

He truly possessed a trump card! He was already the strongest person in the Theocracy and owned the Cyclic Mirror. How could he have an ace up the sleeve that could decide everything? The answer would be revealed momentarily.

Instantly, a middle-aged man dressed in a black brocade walked out of a very ordinary building. With his bunched-up hair, a beard, long, narrow eyes, and a sinister temperament, he appeared to be an evil man at a glance. What made them frown was the man’s bloody and devastating aura. He had his hands behind his back and a smile on his lips. From the moment he appeared, the battlefield was completely under his control.

"This man is an empyrean saint!” Bai Mo exclaimed, his expression altering drastically.

"That’s impossible....