"They are coming."
Liu Tianming, who had already left the Central Earth Interface, focused his gaze and said solemnly.
Mo Qingli turned her head and looked towards Central Earth.
She knew in her heart that this might be the last time she would see Chen Yuan and her hometown in this lifetime.
Thinking of her master's words, Mo Qingli felt only despair in her heart.
The so-called ten Divine Sons were just a small vanguard.
The true power of the Immortal Divine Sect was only revealed at this moment.
In the face of such overwhelming force like a Tai Mountain, a person's power seemed too weak, too insignificant, to the point of not even having the right to resist...
Many Outer Realm Practitioners, who had long pledged allegiance to the nine Divine Sects, had already fled Central Earth, shaking their heads with a sigh:
"What is the point of this? No matter how much one struggles, in the end, they will only turn to dust."
Their expressions were bitter, sighing repeatedly.
