The Black Emperor's invincible power was finally displayed.
Perhaps the fact that the 24 heads had yet to appear was not enough to make people think that it was a terrible omen.
However, when Xia Ji's black wings spread out and swept up death, standing in the sky above Aurora City, people thought of nothing but kowtowing.
Those who resisted would be easily killed.
There was nothing that could harm Xia Ji at this time and place.
In front of an underground palace, a mysterious woman wearing a gray robe was crawling in front of the door. She was the white-robed Bishop of the Church of Wolves, Snakes, and Death, Yeh Lin. No one knew the contents of the 465th page of the Ancient Death Scripture better than her.
The God in the prophecy had appeared.
Mother of Gods.
That great Utmost Being.
She prostrated herself deeply.
As she prostrated herself, it was as if she had stamped an official seal in the hearts of many believers.
