A woman of peerless grace, unknown to all, without even leaving her name, her radiance eternally extinguished in the night sky.
On the side of Ye State, many people felt the atmosphere oppressive, their hearts heavy.
"This cannot continue!" Some Sixth Realm powerhouses stood forward, determined to stop the Old Ancestor Masters who were ready for their final battle, ready to die.
In the Demon Clan camp, many Great Demons felt their hearts tremble, for those were Demon Gods, one after another, dying right before their eyes.
Among the demons of Qing Jiao Palace, some old flood dragons wished they could rise into the air, finally knowing who the Three-headed Flood Dragon God was—a Demon Ancestor who pioneered a great era.
White mist surged, and yet another Old Ancestor Master silently stepped forward, relatively speaking, his huge body still retaining some traits of the Human Clan.
