"Sigh."
Zhu Zhengwei felt a multitude of complex emotions in his heart, silently gazing at the distant battle, quietly watching the unfolding situation. He awaited the end of an era; the Hundred-Stone Country, which had lasted over seven hundred years, would soon come to a close.
Boom!
One powerful entity after another from the Demon Dao brimmed with raging demonic flames.
They were like heavy black mountains, rising and falling, forming countless mountain ranges.
Almost all the world's powerful entities had gathered, bringing their subordinates with them, and aside from this batch of followers, the entire world was nearly desolate.
"Today, even if you can fly, you will die!"
"You've seen your destiny, you cannot escape!"
"Each of us possesses strength close to that of an ordinary Human Emperor from before!"
...
Everyone looked up, gazing at the Stone River Blood Concealment Emperor walking through the air, the atmosphere was heavy.
