"Hey! Even a seven tribulations old monster has come, this is going to be lively!"
"What do you guys think we should do? Did we have a fight, or what?"
"Let's fight! I'm not afraid of you!"
The mighty figures of the various races began to discuss.
However, no consensus was reached.
"It seems like ... Blood will flow like a river again!"
"For the sake of these two Supreme weapons, these clans will break through the heavens!"
Some people in the crowd sighed from time to time.
Every time a supreme weapon was born, it would end up in a river of blood. Moreover, there were two Supreme weapons this time. The entire eight desolates was going crazy over it. Countless people would die before the ownership of the Supreme weapon was decided.
As time passed, more and more people arrived, but none of the clans made a move.
They all understood that they had to fight, but the first one to make a move would definitely not have a good end.
