Standing at the peak of Qin Chuan, looking at the mountains and rivers, there were a thousand things to do.
After this calamity, it would be difficult for the Eastern Wasteland to recover in a hundred or even a thousand years.
Darkness had already swept across the ground. The aura of decay circled around the mysterious lands of the Eastern Wasteland, gradually forming a forbidden area. In the swamp of death, under the decaying darkness, seven strange giants dressed in black robes sat around a round table. The atmosphere was extremely oppressive. In the strange and chaotic world, they were the highest authority.
After an unknown period of silence, a strange giant slowly stood up and looked around at the other six giants. "How laughable. The invincible King Chao Feng actually died in such a weak and lowly small world. What a disgrace to our clan!"
