The Great Elder Meng Tianzheng was about to pass away, before the Emperor Pass, the blood-colored scarlet was desolate, evoking sorrow in people's hearts.
A group of people cried bitterly, all knowing that he was about to sit in meditation, unable to save his life.
A generation of extraordinary talents couldn't escape the final tragic demise.
"Elder!" Shi Hao stood nearby, his voice choked; how could he face it? He sent over those divine herbs and Immortal Elixir leaves, but Meng Tianzheng shook his head, which was enough to convey everything.
This scene, how could it not make people grieve, after a world-shattering battle, the Emperor Pass was guarded, yet the Great Elder Meng Tianzheng severed his own path and was about to bury himself.
The golden armor, stained with blood, both of the enemies and his own, was about to see its brilliant curtain fall.
