Nowadays, when Chui Sang said Lin Fan could destroy a nation's zombies with one punch, to be honest, Ogamoto Reiyi chose not to believe it.
The Lord of Deception did not answer the short Creator's questioning. Instead, he raised his hand, and his fingers bloomed with frenzied growth of flesh, spreading along the wall, climbing upward, forming a blood-flesh border, within which fine lines interwove.
These lines looked like blood vessels, secreting an unknown white liquid from their surface, forming a membrane that covered them.
"My lord, the scene depicted is what I saw."
Instantly.
A scene appeared on the white membrane, presenting the figure of Lin Fan.
All the Creators gazed intently.
Ogamoto Reiyi trembled as he saw Lin Fan's figure on screen. Clenching his fists, he had many things he wanted to say, but his angry heart left him momentarily speechless.
None of the Creators present had met Lin Fan.
One Creator showed disdain.
