As the voice fell, a golden light flashed.
A golden silhouette coalesced above the spiritless body seated on the throne.
This silhouette was identical to the armored figure sitting there.
"You want me to stop, and so I shall?" Yang Yan retorted.
He ignored the other party and continued to advance.
As he moved, the area of shattered void expanded, and the surrounding black holes grew increasingly larger.
The suction they produced caused the void around the spiritless body on the throne to fluctuate continuously.
"A powerhouse with a strong physique, comparable to a Minor Saint Body," the other party remarked, looking down at Yang Yan.
"Had I been alive, speaking to me in such a way,
with just a finger, I could have crushed you!" he said coldly.
Faced with his threat, Yang Yan's expression remained unchanged.
"Oh really? What about now?"
A glint appeared in the golden silhouette's eyes.
"Now, if I want to kill you, it might take some effort.
But I can still kill you.
