He is the god-king of the God race - Amennon. According to legend, his strength has reached the level of a god, but this has yet to be verified, because no one has ever seen him take action.
The aura he naturally exuded was unattainable, like a noble statue of a god.
He was the only one in this spacious hall, and it was very quiet, but the atmosphere seemed to have solidified.
Outside the main hall door, two white lights like shooting stars flashed across the sky.
"Trash." Amennon frowned slightly and cursed softly.
"Dear His Majesty the God King."
An old man holding a snow-white scepter walked into the hall at this time, bent down in front of Amennon and gave a salute.
"Oh? White-robed high priest, what brings you here to see me?" Amennon tapped the armrest of the big chair with his right hand, seemingly lazily.
Uresa coughed slightly and said: "Your Majesty the God King, now that the true dragon seal has been stolen by a human warrior, the sealing power of the plane gate has been greatly weakened. In case a plane master breaks through the plane gate
Come out, what should we do?"
Amennon smiled disapprovingly and said: "This world has been peaceful for thousands of years. It's time to reshuffle the cards. Come on, let's be chaotic. Only the strong can re-establish the laws of the world."
When Uresa heard this, his expression changed quietly and he said: "Your Majesty the God King, shall we immediately send someone to retrieve the True Dragon Seal?"
Amennon pondered for a moment and said: "First send someone to confirm whose body the real dragon seal is. Don't rush to grab it. I really want to see it. When the plane masters appear on the mainland, those old immortal guys will meet
What will be the reaction in the future?"
"Oh?" Uresa seemed to understand Amennon's intention and said with a smile: "I will send someone to check now."
Amennon nodded slightly, waved his hand gently, and Uresa turned and left.
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Early morning five days later.
Mu Bai and Tian Ming finally crossed the Death Swamp safely and gradually entered the scope of the Flame Mountain Range.
At the foot of a desolate mountain peak, the surrounding temperature suddenly rose. The rocks on the ground actually emitted streams of heat. Walking on this mountain road was like stepping on a red-hot iron pot, which was extremely hot for your feet.
After Mubai walked several hundred meters, he couldn't stand it anymore. The skin on his feet was burnt black by the rocky ground, almost half cooked.