The grand finale: the twelve guardians gather, invincible under the starry sky
"Hiss ..."
The Thunder roared in the netherworld and the clamor resounded through the sky. How could such a huge commotion not attract attention?
The extraordinary survivors curled up in bloodshed land suddenly stopped their roars that seemed to have come out of their teeth.
They widened their eyes and stretched out their necks. Some of them even used magic to wash their eyes to determine if they were hallucinating.
"It's true! It really is the White Emperor!"
"The White Emperor didn't die! The White Emperor is not dead!"
Shock turned into surprise, just like darkness turning into light.
The power that represented the light of dawn did not seem to be limited to the Dragon head.
Instead, the entire sky cracked open, and the hot and sacred sunlight eagerly sprinkled down on the earth, illuminating the barren and withered plants and the numb and painful souls.
"The White Emperor ... Unparalleled!"