Gu Jianlin walked through Sakura Road, the main entrance of Shinjuku Imperial Garden was right in front, and he could see the brightly lit Shinjuku.
Behind him, the sound of the Ancient Bell echoed, as if reverberating from beyond the heavens.
"Rebellious children have never had a good end. We have granted you such a great life."
The Seventh Ancestor paused: "You should be grateful to us, not resist us."
The roar of the sniper rifle rang out again.
Terrifying Void Dog Cannons bombarded one after another, but were blocked by the Ancient Dragon lurking in the darkness.
The Seventh Ancestor opened his arms wide, his tattered robe trembling wildly, exposing a jade-like body.
"I'm giving you one last chance."
He closed his eyes and said softly, "Lord Skylark, give up resistance."
A vast sense of oppression, a strict authority, a raging breath.
This is the true power of an ancient Pseudo Ancestor.
