"The eighty-one calamities of life and death have passed. Now I have emerged vibrant with life, even if heaven wishes to destroy me, it cannot succeed. The eighth immortal light has yet to return, what better time than now!" His voice descended, and at this moment, the figure of the Thunder War God suddenly became blurred. A faint, elusive smile appeared on the face that originally had no relation at all.
Xiao Qiang saw it clearly, believing there was absolutely no mistake.
"Nine is the ultimate heavenly number, the ninth immortal light, if not descending now, then when!" If it were an ordinary person, by now, they would have seized the moment, for accommodating eight immortal lights is already incredibly terrifying. If word spread, they'd immediately be seen as a rising star, with boundless future achievements.
