t unbelievable regret.Jun Xiaoyao's tattered armor, riddled with cracks, finally crumbled to pieces.The Heavenly Sovereign's final desperate strike was indeed powerful, shattering the ancient artifact...The pitch-black space rift was silently dissolving.

The water churned by the quake transformed into mist, a swirling cloud.

That day, the young master of the dragon clan, looked like he had some potential.

But in Jun Xiaoyao's eyes, it was nothing but a show, a gilded facade.s, it is a fierce force.It is also unknown how many Zhenjie Army and Jiehai cultivators fell under the hands of these two races.The battle was very intense, grand, and cruel.Corpses piled on top of ea...