"The two grandmasters on the enemy's side are dead. Leave none of the Fourth Realm invaders alive!"
The people from Yujing, led by a heavily injured Fifth Realm grandmaster, immediately launched a counterattack.
Qin Ming didn't stop, leaving thunderous sounds in the sky, white air waves rolling, as he headed straight towards another battlefield engulfed in flames.
At the same time, he looked up to the sky. Above the clouds, there seemed to be an intimidating ripple, and occasionally Immortal Light would pierce the night.
He suspected that stronger beings were confronting each other, the Supreme Blood Battle had not completely subsided.
He taunted again, attracting attention, shouting, "The First Grandmaster of the world is here. Grandmasters of the Heavenly Clan, Abyss, and Totem Camp, crawl over and meet your death!"
Qin Ming moved like floating light, or like a Heavenly Dragon roaming the Night Fog Sea, pushing his speed to the limit, swiftly approaching another battlefield.
