Holy Power gathered in the grave of the Ghost City of the Netherworld, forming a divine picture.
From Number Two's perspective, Situ Yongren suppressed the excitement of being able to freely use the Holy Power without the need for the Holy Blood. He held his breath and looked at the images on both sides.
He could even control two parts of the divine backtrack at the same time, the altar and the grave, while he did not need to protect himself.
In the past, this was simply unimaginable!
"Crack."
Just as he was feeling excited, the altar nearby suddenly cracked.
Through Number Two's perspective, Situ Yongren did not see the clear content of the divine backtrack on both sides, but he felt that the entire graveyard...
No!
The entire Ghost City of the Netherworld was shaking!
"Rumble!"
