Chapter 1642 Betting On Everyone's Life

Jonathan stood in the courtyard with his hands behind his back, his eyes bright like lightning.

The enormous figure formed by countless clouds resembled a Seraph, towering high above and dominating everything.

Jonathan sensed the violent fluctuations of divine consciousness and the powerful breath of netherworld cold energy emanating from the figure.

This netherworld cold energy was different from that of Camryn, being much more powerful and even surpassing the fifth level that...