Her Holiness, Frosty

Now, the supreme pinnacle cultivation path had long been cut off.

Banko still had supreme pinnacles?

They must be the remnants of the prosperous period of martial arts, living until now.

The power of heaven and earth attacked Braydon Neal.

This kind of power was formless and colorless, but it far surpassed the power of vitality.

Braydon's face instantly turned pale, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. His entire body instantly fell from the sky, and the power of the country's fate above his head brazenly fell.

"Zenitsu Wasaguri, why aren't you taking over the fate of the country?!" the old voice said slowly.

"Thank you, sir!"

Zenitsu was overjoyed. He turned around and was about to take over Braydon's fate, but he realized that he could not move.

His face was pale. This was the first time he had encountered such a strange thing in his life.

The instinctive fear in his body was out of his control.