The path of despair appeared once again.
The glint of blades and the shadow of swords, the road of the pugilistic world, and the great Dao spread out, as if hundreds of millions of people were watching the battle.
At this moment, the billions of human figures seemed to have turned into the beings of chaos.
How could the pugilistic world be lacking in liveliness?
Be it fame or defeat, there would always be people who would spread the word of mouth. How could there be no spectators on a trip to the martial arts world?
The wind and clouds of the pugilistic world come from my generation!
That sense of hopelessness came from all living beings. At that moment, the scene of several people fighting at the top of the martial world seemed to appear in front of their eyes.
Li Hao, who had turned from white to black, Su Yu, who held the civilization booklet, and Fang ping, who had a crew cut and held a black knife.
There was also that submissive and fearful Chunqiu.