"Jade Flowing Dust!"
A chilly raspy sound rang out from the void. It contained seriousness and killing intent. That was the voice of the Northern Fate Royal Family's Wind God.
However, that was all.
Jade Flowing Dust, who no longer had a sword impaled on His chest, would have no obstructions in the recovery of His cultivation. He was a Divine Platform god tens of thousands of years ago.
Powerful as the Northern Fate Royal Family was, although they did not fear Divine Platforms, they ultimately did not want to offend Them too deeply unless they had no choice, especially a Divine Platform that had not used the Wanggu's faith.
Hence, they could only endure this loss.
The other forces were also filled with various thoughts when they saw this scene.
The Great Emperor held the sword shadow and stared in all directions.
