ploded into blood mist, scattering in the void.The entire desolate battlefield was swept by a crimson wind.That was the lingering blood, swirling in the air.At this moment, all the remaining prodigies...The pitch-black space rift was silently dissolving.

The water churned by the quake transformed into mist, a swirling cloud.

That day, the young master of the dragon clan, looked like he had some potential.

But in Jun Xiaoyao's eyes, it was nothing but a show, a gilded facade. the very sky to tremble!"Be bold!""Be outrageous!"The Four Little Heavenly Kings' faces changed, and they shouted in anger. Then, they directly activated the bronze disc.In an instant, the rules of h...