Heroic Spirits of ancient times stood hundreds of feet tall, their entire bodies flowing with golden Divine Brilliance, every strand of hair shining brightly as it pierced through the heavens and earth. Merely by their presence, the profound oppressive force they exuded compelled all members of the Demon Race to hold back from advancing.
The scene was astonishing.
Guang Xiaoyu revealed a smile.
「Deep within Dayan...」
Yue Wuxia, who had just revived an Emperor Weapon, was preparing to rescue Chen Pingping. Unexpectedly, after reaching this battlefield, she suddenly became depleted.
A look of discouragement quickly spread across her beautiful face.
Upon seeing this, the middle-aged woman couldn't help but speak up, "Miss said she swept through many formidable foes in the Wind Cloud List precisely because of the revival of the Emperor Weapon."
You actually believe that?
The White Emperor glanced at her, thinking, Don't I know exactly how capable my own cub is?
