The barren city was in ruins, declining and empty.
On the long Street full of traces of old age, the most powerful existences in this world stood quietly.
Any one of them could stir up a storm with a single thought and overturn the sky with a single word. However, at this moment, they all lowered their heads in front of a figure in a black robe with a knife on his back, unable to look straight at him.
PEI Ling's gaze was calm as he quickly scanned all the Mahayana stage cultivators. Then, he said in a light voice,"Everyone's here, we can start."
His voice was like the sound of the forest and the spring, perfect and flawless. It was like the sweet rain entering one's ears, refreshing one's lungs and instantly spreading throughout the entire world.
