"Not good!"
In that moment, countless faces turned pale as they stared up in shock at the sky.
No one had expected that the corpse of Holy Emperor Apocalypse would still possess the power to manipulate the laws of space.
A crimson hand descended, carrying with it an overwhelming aura of death.
If it struck directly, even Goddess Sylvia would likely be gravely injured!
Sylvia's usually calm and composed face showed a rare trace of seriousness, but everything was happening too fast—there was no time to dodge.
"Haha, Goddess Sylvia, who would've thought you'd end up in such a sorry state!"
Holy Emperor Mountainshade, who had been lying in wait for so long, finally let out a cold laugh, his expression full of mockery.
He had waited for this moment for so long.
To kill Goddess Sylvia, to eliminate Holy Maiden Aeliana.