Half a day had already passed, but the two sides still remained in a stalemate, and no one seemed to be able to grasp the upper hand.
"Damn it! Who the hell are you?
How come you're so powerful?
Tell me. Are you a projection of a god of chaos?"
Austin asked as his animosity towards the Hand of Heaven continued to grow.
"Ha-ha. Why do you want to know? Are you afraid of me, boy?
Unfortunately for you, you don't deserve to know my background yet," the Hand of Heaven sneered.
"Tch. Fine!
It doesn't matter anyway. You always appear in every supreme cosmos, killing innocent people indiscriminately.
You're the kind that I hate the most!
And now that I met you, I swear that I will find out your true identity.
I'm warning you. Don't you even dare to lay a hand on any people in this place!"
Austin snapped back and launched a fierce attack again.
At the same time, he displayed all kinds
t that I underestimated you, brat." the Hand of Heaven snorted coldly.
As they engaged in a fierce battle, another half a day passed.
"I'll remember you, brat!
There's nowhere you can escape to as long as you're my target!"
After saying these words, the three Hands of Heaven hurriedly dispersed in different directions at the same time.
At this point, Austin realized that it would be pointless to chase after them. Even if he was able to catch one of them, he wouldn't gain anything from it.
After all, these hands were just projections. The real body belonged to a god of chaos, but he had no idea right now where he was hiding.
He couldn't help but wonder again. What was the purpose of this god of chaos to wreak havoc in these supreme cosmoses?
As he stood in the depths of the chaotic void, Austin stared at the receding figures of the hands while his heart and mind were filled with questions.