As Su Zimo approached, his aura rose as well.
In the end, it reached the point where it could fight against the billions of God race beings!
Although the God race beings shouted with killing intent, Su Zimo could already sense a hint of fear in the depths of their eyes.
They were afraid.
For countless years, the God race hunted everywhere and trampled countless living beings beneath their feet—they had never taken the human race seriously either.
But now, the human before them was at an unimaginable level!
Right then, a figure appeared on the city wall of the divine city. He wore a wide red Dharmic robe and wielded a white staff. His beard was white and his face was filled with wrinkles.
The old man's eyes were deep. Even though he was in his twilight years, his dark blue eyes were still clear and shone with wisdom.
"Martial Emperor!"
