The voice of sacrifice of the ancestors was coming from that unknown place. Although it was very distant, and even intermittent, it gave people a feeling of grandeur and desolation.
Was that the call of prehistoric times?
No, perhaps it was even more ancient, extremely ancient, and it was unknown which era it belonged to. It was the prayers of the ancestors, the tragic cries of billions of living beings.
Gradually, he heard the cries of killing shaking the heavens. He was approaching that world!
It was as if there were countless experts fighting in front of him. He could even feel the world-splitting gale whistling past.
Nearby, an unprecedented great battle was being staged.
Chu Feng wanted to witness and participate, but his eyes couldn’t catch those creatures. However, the killing cries by his ears became increasingly intense.
In a trance, golden spears and iron horses were all over the place. The Flames of war were everywhere, and Sword Qi tore apart all worlds!