Relying on Their Own Abilities

Jiahe Fo's expression shifted drastically.

The Tenth Level Transcendence of the Ten Thousand Buddha Mountain had passed away, and now, he couldn't afford to concern himself with Braydon Neal and the others.

He immediately soared into the sky, rushing toward the old dragon.

The Ten Thousand Buddha Mountain had to secure the Tenth Grade Dao!

Braydon's gaze also turned toward the spot where the dragon soul had dissipated.

"Should we fight for the Tenth Grade Dao?" Rusty Neal asked, glancing at Braydon.

With their many trump cards, they had a real chance at seizing the Tenth Grade Path.

"I want to go and see. I'll act according to the situation," Braydon replied calmly.

As they continued toward the place where the old dragon had died, the previously clear sky darkened.

Dark clouds gathered, blocking out the sunlight.

"The Tenth Level Transcendence has passed away. Heaven and earth can feel it—the Rain of Dao is coming."