The sky is gloomy.

It was so gray that something bad was about to happen.

There is an oppressive atmosphere in the air that seems to make people breathless.

An old man sat on a big stone, eyes closed, sacred and dignified.

A gust of wind blew suddenly.

The sky-blue eyes slowly opened, a flash of blood flashed, and the mouth squirmed, "Finally, are you here?"

After the voice fell, a tall woman with bloody purple eyes appeared in front of him, looking at him coldly.

A bloody whip full of thorns appeared in her hand. The woman tilted her head slightly, and her bangs covered half of her face. "Old man, do you have any last words for your descendants?"

The old man smiled, as if throwing a stone into the calm water, causing ripples. "As expected of being raised by it, it looks really similar to it... right? The Immortal King."

He snorted softly and said, "Blood debt must be repaid with blood, you know what I'm here for today."

There was a sharp light in his eyes, and there was no trace of the senile image before. "Then it depends on whether you have the ability."

The two of them flew high into the sky at the same time, blood flying, without making any sound.

They are supreme masters, people who stand at the pinnacle of the universe, and they will not make the clanging sound of weapons that only occurs when rookies in their eyes fight.

If it weren't for the constant sounds of explosions in the air and the sometimes blood left in the sky, this place would still be a deserted and quiet place.

The disadvantages are already obvious.

"Tsk..." The whip penetrated the white wings of the God Emperor. It seemed that the blood whip was alive. It surrounded the God Emperor's wings and tightened suddenly. Countless lights appeared in the sky, and then disappeared.

Looking at the God-Emperor's body that had become more and more transparent, the Immortal King smiled with satisfaction and disappeared.

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Chapter completed!