The old man was excited by the magnificent scene that was about to unfold.
On the other side, the life and death of the black python were no longer important to him. Now, Zhang Heng, who was riding on the back of the snake, had become a dead man in the old man's eyes. He firmly believed that as long as the figure under the Forbidden City could wake up, any enemy could only tremble under its terrifying might.
At that time, even the Asgardian gods would welcome their final dusk, what more, a regular mortal being.
And as the bearer of that great existence, he would also have the honor of witnessing the arrival of the end of the world with his own eyes as a mortal. It was the final battle that no words could describe.
The old man sobbed in excitement as he bent down and kissed the ground beneath him. However, a lazy voice came from in front of him.
"What's wrong? Did your boss call you again?"
