"Boom—"
Between heaven and earth, the Origin was reshaped, the winds and fires, clouds and thunders, the five elements were assessed!
"Everyone, the Origin needs control, the world needs order. Whether the Primordial World can truly break free from the devouring of the Great Pantheon Plane still requires the participation of your power."
Han Muye took a step forward, his body radiating divine light.
He grasped the sword in his hand and flew onto the altar in front of him.
By now, the power of the Great Pantheon Altar had been activated, and even Han Muye's power could not fully suppress it.
He swung his three-foot-long sword, merging all its power with his own, invoking the Primordial Power around him to converge and oppose each other.
Still not enough.
"Fire." Zhu Rong let out a low shout, and the golden-armored general behind him turned into a swath of golden flames that covered the sky and then dissipated between heaven and earth.
