White Eagle Federation.
In a spacious cultivation room, Death God Nante, who was dressed in black, stood in the middle. He held a black spear with both hands and his eyes were closed.
The entire area with him as the center seemed to be still, and the aura was intense.
Four statues stood around the cultivation room. They were all wearing black battle suits and carrying scabbards. They were all expressionless, and they looked like Yao.
"Hah!" Nante's face suddenly changed, revealing a strong aura.
A terrifying aura dominated the area, and cosmic energy surged into the black spear.
The cultivation room let out a loud rumbling sound, and the ground shook.
Not enough!
Not enough!
He needed a stronger fighting spirit and combat energy!
As if wanting to empty his body, Nante circulated the cosmic energy in his cells to the limit and poured all his combat energy into his spear.
Boom!
