C692 The Difference Was too Great!

Looking at the huge red palm pressing down from above, a trace of humiliation and shame flashed across Zhentian's lonely face. At the same time, a sense of helplessness emerged in his eyes.

The gap between them was too huge. The two of them were on two completely different levels.

So what if he was the seventh Saint of the top-level Sacredland? He was only thirty-three years old