In the blink of an eye, another ancestral star was extinguished.
The world of the Sorcerer world shook again, and countless believers wailed.
This time, it wasn't the fall of the primogenitor star, but the heartlessness of the gods.
The act of fighting to the death suddenly had no meaning.
"You're lucky, Yingluo."
Tang Zhen's eyes were cold and indifferent. He swept his gaze across the ownerless divine Palace and lost all interest in continuing to attack.
The purpose of him breaking the divine Palace was to capture his enemies and take revenge for the siege.
Tang Zhen did not intend to resolve this enmity.
It didn't matter even if one of them escaped. Who knew when they would meet again?
At that time, Tang Zhen would definitely get back at him for everything that he had owed him in the past.
Furthermore, there were still a few primogenitor stars who were still stubborn and stayed in the primogenitor divine Palace.
