The old man's teeth clenched, his tone icy. Within his pitch-black pupils, terrifying light flickered.
"Since you seek death, I'll grant you that wish!"
With those words, he strode towards the outside of the palace with large steps.
His subordinates trembled with fear, not daring to step forward. They could only watch the monarch leave with anxious hearts.
"This is going to be an exciting show..."
Someone muttered quietly. Immediately, there was a deathly silence. No one dared to respond.
For they knew that a fierce battle was inevitable. The outcome of this fight would affect the entire landscape of The Great Six.
Whether it would be the rising star Zhang Beixing laughing at the end, or the unparalleled hero Demon Emperor renewing his glory,
everything would only be determined when the smoke cleared...
On the snowfield, the atmosphere suddenly changed.
The wind howled, snowflakes danced in the air.
The army lined up, soldiers stood solemnly.
