It was dawn.
On Half Moon Mountain at the back of the Elf City, as the ancient and obscure language sounded, a dazzling light suddenly bloomed on Rosa's body.
The ancient altar that had experienced vicissitudes finally started to move.
Chu Xiaoye and Lanisi stood not far away and looked at the magical scene in front of them. They felt the strong fluctuation of strength and were extremely shocked.
Although he had experienced three lifetimes and seen countless strengths, this strength exceeded his understanding.
The further they walked and the more they saw, the more they felt that they were small.
No matter how strong a creature was, it could not withstand a single blow in the face of certain strength.
The ancient altar emitted a beautiful light and dense runes appeared on it, as if tadpoles were swimming on it.
Chu Xiaoye knew that he should go.