The joyful times always pass quickly.
An hour later, an array of terrifying auras surged into the Chaos World.
"They're here!"
Qin Wudao's gaze sharpened, as the Xuanyuan Sword unsheathed, tightly gripped in his hand, his eyes cold as he looked ahead.
Bai Qi, Zhao Yun, Tian Wen, Si Lingwu, Duan Jianghe, and others also halted their movements, drawing out heavenly weapons, readying themselves sternly.
In an instant, the atmosphere in the Chaos World turned heavy, filled with a solemn killing intent.
"Still a step too late!"
Holy Taixu's face looked grim, glancing at Xue Rengui seated on a mat, full of murderous intent.
The eyes of Sky Wu the emperor's heir of the All Clans, Xu Lian the Saint Heir of the Void Tribe, Yao Rongce the clan heir of the Yin-Yang Tribe, gathered towards Xue Rengui, gleaming red.
"Another storm of blood and wind!"
Battle Command's expression was serious, ordering in a deep voice, "When the great war comes, follow my command!"
