In the void, it was as quiet as an abyss.
The atmosphere was heavy, and there were some surging waves that were like the undercurrents of a river.
The crack was still the same as before, and it had not healed yet. Many blurry figures stood at the crack in the strange fog, as if they were looking at the human world from heaven.
The Golden Spear was gone. They had never thought that this matter would end in such a manner.
"Lu Ping An... is as sinister as ever."
"I didn't think that he would dare to use the four initial stage emperors as bait to lead us to release the Emperor Weapon. In the end... He snatched away the origin devouring spear. This person's heart is really dirty."
The primordial spirits of the experts were clashing as if they were communicating with each other.
"What should we do next?"
The primordial spirits of the experts were fluctuating as if they were looking into the depths of the crack and asking for a solution.
