"Ah..." Shi Hao roared, his body glowing, divine flames shooting to the sky, his long black hair swept back, precious symbols layered, employing his strongest strike.
At this moment, his aura was earth-shattering, countless ancient natives' phantoms appeared, the array of the fallen Heroic Spirits watching this life-and-death blow!
The war song echoed, stirring, the sound gradually strengthening, finally rumbling thunderously through the world, carrying their dissatisfaction, and their final piece of reliance and hope!
Crack!
Black lightning densely packed, blood rain pouring down like a storm, turning the entire world crimson red, blood waves rushing, sweeping the heavens and earth!
This was real, not an illusion!
On the ground, many corpses appeared, displaying the tragic scenes before the death of the ancient natives.
"Eradicate everything!" He Wushuang roared, gray mist pervading, he descended like a demon lord, invincible, his aura now terrifying beyond measure.
Boom!
