"Hmm?"
Huang Xiaolong was slightly stunned.
It seemed that these ancient wills, after some deliberation, had decided on something, something very, very important.
"Please speak, seniors," Huang Xiaolong steadied his mind and asked.
"Ah~~ Our Hell Planet, within the universe, has a bad reputation. Labeled by the celestial realm as heretical, the source of all evil, the dirtiest existence in the universe... everyone deems it necessary to exterminate us~~" that great will sighed deeply, a tone infused with helplessness, unwillingness, and resentment.
At the same time, in Huang Xiaolong's mind, there appeared a middle-aged man with a majestic appearance, pointing to the sky and stepping on the earth, his presence so overwhelming that it blotted out the sun. He wore a blood-red robe, and at the center of his forehead, there seemed to be a symbol resembling a blood moon. Beneath his feet was a blood dragon, a malevolent dragon formed purely from fresh blood.
