A tune of General's Grudge almost lured all the remaining Zombie Dogs, utterly annihilating them.
As the dark clouds dispersed and the Star Battle Platform regained some brightness, the destruction Lightning above their heads finally disappeared without a trace.
"The chosen one is, after all, the chosen one," even if they abandon the Blood of the Ancestor, ordinary clan members still have an insurmountable distance from him.
Ye Mochou on the back of the White Bird Demon, gave a deep laugh and commented,
"Next, let's see how far he can go."
"If he can break through the barrier, jumping over the dragon gate as a mere carp, then he will be the Shining World Fetus of our Ye Clan's thirteen hundred thousand years, with potential as boundless as ours."
"If he cannot break through, falls from the high platform, and dies in despair, this emperor will erect a tomb for him, and single-handedly challenge the ultimate height."
