The hypocritical patriarch of the Tang Clan

The void warped, and Tang Hao entered a new world.

"Where is this place?"

He looked around, and his expression changed.

This was a vast void, and there were figures everywhere. Giant Golden Gods hung in the void, fighting fiercely with human cultivators and primeval beasts. There were rumbles everywhere, and there were flashes of divine light.

Those giant gods were none other than the Dragon count celestial race.

Each of them was nearly 1000000 feet tall, and some were even taller. The aura they exuded was even more terrifying.

They stood in the void and struck out with their huge palms like cattail leaf fans. Every palm could blow up a group of human cultivators. In front of these super creatures, ordinary human cultivators were too weak, like ants.

They opened their mouths and howled. The sound waves spread out and could also blast apart many figures.

"Another battlefield!"

Tang Hao furrowed his brows. His expression was serious.