The nine Witch Emperors rode the Sun Chariot, casting a tapestry of seven-colored sunset, a hint of loneliness in their expressions.
"A being with the weakest strength of the same realm, body plagued by illness, unable to fight, yet can become an emperor."
Previously, if anyone had spoken thus of these supreme Beast Kings who ruled vast continents and the Witch Emperors commanding the sun, they would have scoffed.
After all, throughout history, this was a strict era where martial might reigned supreme!
Every monarch stood triumphant on mountains of corpses, having defeated numerous prodigious talents along their path!
But now, witnessing such an unimaginable scene with their own eyes, they could not help but believe.
