"Jue Wushen!"
Under Jiang Dali's thick brows, his wild and bright eyes revealed a smile.
This smile gradually spread from his mouth, and Demon Hawk slowly and lowly circled down, reaching a height thirty zhang from the city wall of No God Absolute Palace.
Jiang Dali looked like a Heavenly God seated on a throne, overlooking all directions from above.
The solemn atmosphere instantly rendered all the hubbub silent.
Even the large number of players stopped speaking, either placing their hands on a hidden weapon package or beginning to move closer to No God Absolute Palace in small increments.
Inside No God Absolute Palace, over ten thousand disciples wearing demon masks, all holding sharpened swords and blades, over ten thousand mouths tightly shut, over ten thousand pairs of eyes exuding a dangerous and cold-blooded aura, like cold-blooded assassins.
