In the blink of an eye, more than a month had passed.
The eight wastelands were still in an uproar.
The people were still talking about that great battle, and they were not tired of it.
They had some sympathy for the night race and the untainted land. If it was an ordinary clan, Yu Hua or martial God mountain, they would have been razed to the ground.
However, they had run into divine Lord Tang.
"This divine Lord Tang is truly a god-like existence! He could even resolve such a Great Tribulation so easily!"
"I heard that his luck has always been good. When he was in the lower realm, he picked up the Kunwu token that was once lost in Kunwu heaven. You have to know that it's a Kunwu token. To be able to pick up this thing, his luck is simply heaven-defying!"
When they spoke of divine Lord Tang, their faces were filled with admiration, respect, and some even a little envy.
In their eyes, divine Lord Tang was already a God.
Legends and myths were too common.
