Blood Prison Great Saint took a good while before he could compose himself.
He understood that there were many great figures who had been annihilated by the master, so why dwell on it?
The dead are simply dead, never to appear again.
Blood Prison Great Saint began to wonder, what exactly was the spectacle the master had mentioned?
Could it be that the man in the black robe had come for this performance?
Blood Prison Great Saint started to quicken his pace, and soon he was moving at full speed, with the scenes around him blurring backwards, forming afterimages.
Gu An was completely unaffected, gently stroking the head of the Wushi Divine Sparrow, his gaze already reaching the endpoint they were heading for.
On a stretch of this Path of the Great Dao, there was a massive crater, as if formed by a meteorite impact.
