The world was ablaze.
The sun lay on the western horizon.
The sun in the west should gradually set and disappear, awaiting tomorrow to rise from the east.
Yet this sun was gradually rising in the west.
The two Divine Mountains could no longer suppress it.
Shangguan Youqi carried the Flame Dragon Spear, stepping out towards the direction of the sun.
Meanwhile, Lin Yan extended his hand, and the Little White Ape plunged into his palm.
Seeing this, the old man revealed a look of surprise: "What technique is this?"
"The Shangri Sacred Land has always excelled in Carrying Mountains and Chasing the Sun, capable of gathering the might of ten thousand armies within, incorporating the power of a vast military formation for one's own... How could such a minor skill of mine astonish you?"
