The Three Sovereigns gathered.
Jiang Li, di Long, and Wu Tian, the three emperors, were fighting.
The entire scene was like a collision between invisible storms, creating waves of aftershocks that swept across the heavens and earth, affecting more than half of the central region of Saint peace state.
The spirit Qi between heaven and earth seemed to be boiling.
The commotion was extremely huge.
"Emperor Xia, Jiang Li."
Wutian looked into the distance. He stood on the purple dragon's head with his hands behind his back, his body wrapped in lightning.
He was surrounded by hundreds of billions of demon soldiers, and there were also huge Army beasts surrounding him.
"What a pitiful human."
wutian's tone was scornful and even sarcastic. " as the Emperor of a clan, you're only at the great circle of the type 8 realm. How can you fight me when you're not at the type 9 realm? "
"he's only here to die."
