Rank six godly armor and King of eight-winged scorch angels

"That's Yingluo."

The guards followed Metatron's gaze, turning back one by one.

Then, it was as if roots had grown out of the soles of their feet, and they were frozen in place. Their expressions were stiff, no different from ice sculptures.

how is this possible?!

"Those cracks can't be Pixiu"

the realm shield dragon god, who had returned triumphantly, squinted his eyes, and his dragon heart suddenly sank to the bottom.

he saw that on the other side of the boundary gate, the world inside the gate, which should have been regarded as a base camp, suddenly had dense blood lines appear.

It was not blood, nor was it an illusion. It was a crack in the void that contained the power of space and was filled with the aura of destruction!

"Hualala-"

It was as if a chain had been broken, and a crack near the realm gate was getting bigger.

He could vaguely see a surging River inside the crack.

The river was extremely wide and powerful.