The war broke out again.
The venerable sovereign and Jue wushen fought again.
As the last person to integrate, the final trump card, he had already carried the hope of all the heroes since ancient times. If he was defeated, then the world would fall into complete darkness.
"I must win!"
"Venerable sovereign, you're like a lamp that has run out of oil!"
"This is the final battle."
As the entire world was engulfed in despair and fear, countless people were shouting.
Countless experts on the path of cultivation murmured, as if the wails and cries of thousands of people rang out.
They were not willing to submit to fate, and they poured out their last strong unwillingness and hope in this way.
"Fight!"
Jue wushen brandished his blood slaughter saber.
The bodies of both parties were severely injured, and blood gushed out.
