In the west of Country Xu, the sky had changed color, and clouds and thunder rumbled.
The earth cracked, and the ravines were thousands of feet deep. The mountains and rivers were overturned, and the earth was in a mess.
The mountain range, once full of life, had been destroyed. The yellow soil buried countless creatures, and the aura of death filled the battlefield.
"You have a lot of tricks, but in the face of absolute strength, everything is futile."
The Heavenly Star Daoist stood high in the sky, and the violent aura that surrounded him was slowly calming down.
The battle-robed man stood opposite him, but his aura fluctuated high and low, and he was on the verge of collapse.
He looked at the Heavenly Star Daoist, angry and confused.
"Old geezer, you only want to go to the main world. Why do you have to make things difficult for us?"
