The death team

Heavenly King Yan was dead.

The Golden body exploded as well.

Fang ping stood on the grassland, silent.

He wouldn't feel sad for the death of an enemy. He only felt that ... The whole world was his enemy!

He was originally in a good mood today.

However, at this moment, it was still a little sad.

Even if he had known about it before!

Even though he had already guessed it.

However, when he found out that the emperor's sword was absorbing the energy of the human world, and that the Heavenly King and the divine creators knew about it, yet no one came forward to stop it, he still felt an unspeakable sense of loneliness.

They knew!

Yes, how could he not know?

He had broken through to the eighth level!

The emperor's sword was so powerful, how could it not leave a trace?

The celestial source was personally created by the divine Creator!

But ... It was really a little sad.