As the ancient bronze coffin disappeared, the oppressive force that had been bearing down on Wang Mang abruptly dissipated.
Wang Mang breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly stood up to dust off his Daoist robe that had gathered some dirt.
Looking at the city that had become a pile of rubble, Wang Mang's left arm emitted bursts of fluctuations.
The next moment, his figure tore through space and vanished from the spot.
…
At this time, in the top-notch world of the Abyss!
Two middle-aged men, inherently imposing, shuddered violently.
Then, rage swiftly replaced their expressions.
"Scoundrels! How dare they strike to kill our young clan leader!"
"Damn it, where did that black fog come from!"
For a moment, both patriarchs' faces turned grim.
Looking through the fragments of memory that had been fed back to them, that black fog was far too terrifying.
Even viewing it through memories sent chills down their spines.
What level of power was this?
