C821 Yellow Ink

Chen Jie's eyes were ice-cold, and his voice was cold. "Let me ask you again, who exactly is a False God?!"

At this time, this Huang Mo had already felt the cold edge of the sword, and cried out loudly: "This is a Heavenly Monument cast by your Human Clan's ancient emperor, after you have read it, you will naturally know what I mean!"

As he spoke, a golden light flashed