Mu Shitian smiled and said, "Taoist Friend, you're being pretentious."
...
...
Above the starry sky.
Countless "meteors" fell like rain, crashing into the planets within the Federation's territory.
These "stowaways" from various realms each chose a portal, ready to see who would first attack the core of the Reversed Ten Thousand Spirits Array.
In the end, these strong warriors from different factions met in one area.
Even if they had omnipresent traits, they still struggled to break through the Dao's suppression.
With a flapping cloak and clattering armor, a man from the Blood Demon Palace lifted his eyes, the tip of his spear dragging on the ground, his grin wild and unrestrained:
"In the end, it's Cang Ming who came out on top."
He looked back to see several dignified figures approaching from behind.
Cang Ming raised his eyebrows, suddenly focusing on the man closest to him.
