"What you said, senior, is very true, but unfortunately, it's a step too late!"
As Zhao Sheng finished speaking, anomalies appeared simultaneously in the west and south!
From the high sky to the west, came an ear-splitting roar filled with urgency and seemingly heaven-piercing anger!
Soon after, a Seven-colored Mountain suddenly broke through the fog, wrapped in a rolling sandstorm, roaring and rushing in.
Through the sandstorm, one could vaguely see a mighty giant stone man standing atop the peak of the Seven-colored Spiritual Peak, impressively the hastily returning Emperor Houtu.
In the distant southern land, through the fog, there could be seen a slender figure in a luxurious magic robe, approaching swiftly at a speed of ten thousand feet in an instant.
Upon closer inspection, his face appeared old and his expression cunning. With a casual wave of his hand, countless mysterious air currents suddenly appeared, surrounding him and propelling him forward like lightning.
