The purple storm thundering down from the heavens slowly began to dissipate as night descended.
Until the purple thunder withdrew completely from this realm, the Northern Border Palace, established for over thirty thousand years, had entirely vanished from this world. Under the gaze of all, a broken body suspended mid-air suddenly appeared before their eyes.
Covered in blood, unrecognizable, flesh hanging in tatters—revealing ghastly white bones that were particularly shocking to behold—it was clear it had emerged from a catastrophe.
"Someone? Just now, within the heavenly thunder, there was actually someone! And this person survived under the heavenly thunder! My God! Is this even human?"
"Who is this person? Could it be that this person is Emperor Nine Nether? Emperor Nine Nether survived the thunderous storm with defying power!"
