"So what if he's dead? Who's still alive?" The King Lord walked out of the wooden house and looked at the familiar scene outside.
He couldn't help but take a deep breath, full of nostalgia.
Wortham Kerns lowered his head. "Old friend. I thought you were the only one alive. I didn't expect…"
"Are they all dead?" The King Lord said calmly, his fists clenched tightly.
Braydon Neal had a doubt in his heart!
The master of this island, the five masters of the past, and the King Lord were all powerful beings who stood at the pinnacle of the universe.
Why did they still fall in the end?
What kind of dangers lurked in the vast universe?
Braydon did not ask.
Even if he did, the King Lord might not be willing to tell him.
He might as well not ask!
The King Lord stood outside for a long time.
He looked at the many saint beasts and suddenly turned to Braydon.
