In the vast void, a terrifying planar storm swept through, strong enough to tear apart a God King.
A massive meteorite floated in the void, drifting with the waves, being constantly corroded by the planar storm.
At this moment, atop the meteorite, four figures stood; the old man in the plain robe released an overbearing power, keeping the planar storm at bay.
"Young Master, you finally arrived. This servant has been waiting for you for a long time!"
The old man in the plain robe stood respectfully in front of Zhan Wushuang, his turbid gaze flickering with excitement.
He had been in slumber, waiting through countless years, until he sensed the breath of Zhan Wushuang and woke up.
"You say you are the servant of the War God, but what proof do you have?"
Zhan Wushuang asked.
It wasn't that he didn't believe the old man in the plain robe, but regarding matters of the War God Clan, he absolutely couldn't be careless.
