Bie Yanghong could understand what the Angel was saying, but not what it meant.
He did not know what a stealer of fire was or what sort of 'God' these experts from the other continent believed in.
He knew that he was facing the most dangerous situation in his entire life, even more dangerous than his confrontation with the Tianhai Divine Empress in the Mausoleum of Books.
The Angel could have the chilly wind blowing between the mountains translate his words into the language of the Sacred Light Continent, proving that his conjecture was correct.
These monsters from the Sacred Light Continent had an innate ability to understand and use the laws and principles of the world.
It was even possible that their existences were the very basis of these laws and principles.
But at this moment, Bie Yanghong was extremely calm, his expression turning even more indifferent.