"That kid isn't dead yet?"
In the past few days, this was the question that the world had been asking the most.
Every day, they looked forward to the news from the front line.
Whether it was the western wilderness, the spiritual wilderness, or the ancient wilderness ... Everyone was paying attention to this shocking challenge.
"The feather Mountain Race is here!"
"The gong Sun family is here too, with all the elite warriors of their family!"
"Today, that kid is still alive. We have lost a few more people. The Yan clan and the Shentu clan's Holy Sons have all followed in his footsteps. They have all been blown up by that kid!"
"Gongyang Yu, the famous Holy Son of the Gongyang race, ranked in the top fifty among all the outstanding talents of Pangu, was also killed by that kid!"
All kinds of news kept coming from the front lines. It was either the troops of some race had arrived or some genius had fallen.
