An invisible sound wave spread in all directions.
Above the headquarters of the Ancient Gods Clan, dark golden lights suddenly appeared in the empty space.
These rays of light formed the images of Ancient Gods and Demons.
Led by Pangu, Fuxi, and Nuwa, the gods stood together as if they were re-creating the ancient times.
The sound waves were so heavy that they were tangible yet invisible. They kept on shaking between heaven and earth, forcing the Mountain Protection Formation of the Ancient Gods Clan to activate to resist.
The Manhuang Tribal Lord in the air ignored the layers of Ancient Gods and Demons as he calmly looked down at the Ancient Gods Clan's headquarters.
"Jiang Yi, I've given you enough time. Don't you dare to fight now?"
In the headquarters of the Ancient Gods Clan, Du Qiming sighed, ""Send someone to invite Cult Master to come out of seclusion."
