Died.
One by one, figures perished like moths to a flame before the Creation Jade Disc.
The speed at which the Creation Jade Disc spun seemed to slow, marked with shocking bloodstains and cracks.
Yet, it was not enough.
Far from enough.
"No one can defy the Heavenly Dao."
"Even if you are the Hongmeng Gods."
From within the Creation Jade Disc came the voice of Hongjun, majestic, indifferent, high and mighty, utterly disdainful.
"What are you pretending to be!"
Luo Hou, gravely wounded in the Purple Cloud Palace, furiously climbed out of the Sea of Blood, his entire body surging with Demon Fog, dimming the entire universe.
Lin Heng looked at Luo Hou with a complex expression, Luo Hou did not turn around, gritting his teeth with his back to him, he said, "Pangu, don't let this clown laugh last!"
As the words fell.
This Demon Ancestor, who also sought to become the Heavenly Dao, charged directly at the Creation Jade Disc.
After unleashing earth-shattering power.
