At this time, the river of destiny gradually subsided.
The figure of the God of destiny, Amit, had already disappeared.
"What level of God is the God of destiny, Amit?"
At the moment of breaking the river of destiny, Locke felt the original strength as well as an incomparably vast force.
That power was endless and was even more powerful than the most terrifying space turbulence in the void.
But before Locke could think it over.
The scene in front of him changed again.
He returned to the castle of the exotic demon race.
"Locke, did you see that? That's the river of destiny!"
Griffith didn't seem to notice anything wrong with Locke and looked up at the sky.
Sure enough, a faint shadow of a long river appeared in the sky.
"Wait, Griffith. Look!"
Locke frowned and looked out of the city!
Following the direction Locke was pointing at, his face changed dramatically!
In the gray mist that had originally enveloped the ancient starry tower, there were shining dots of light!