In the paradise, the elite warriors of the 5 cosmic nations all had ugly expressions.
Everything was over. They had lost completely.
The 5 cosmic nations joined forces, but in the end, a cosmic-level brat took advantage of the situation and seized the treasure.
A blatant humiliation!
He stomped their dignity on the ground.
Without the Whitewheel Origin, the lake was like a pool of stagnant water with only a few bits of the white origin of thunder left.
The white lightning elements scattered in all directions, and the white lightning attacks from the surrounding mountains gradually weakened and disappeared.
No chance was left.
"Why?" He Junzi's eyes were bloodshot and filled with unwillingness.
He didn't understand why both he and Wang Ye had been recognized by the Whitewheel Origin, yet the black realm's master chose the cosmic-level youth in the end and not him.
