After all, the realm of his true self was there.
"This is the most powerful collection of war videos from nine Ancestor Witches I have gathered," Nalan, the Vice Tower Master, thought slightly, and an illusory screen appeared in front of him, beginning to play the video.
The sources of these videos were the memories of powerhouses who had witnessed the battles of those nine Ancestor Witches.
Lin Yuan immediately looked towards the video.
The first video displayed a four-armed figure walking on a flat wasteland, with numerous presences lurking around him in all directions.
"You ants, dare to surround and attack me?"
The tone of the four-armed figure was contemptuous as he stepped forward, his right foot stomping violently on the ground.
Boom, boom, boom.
Terrifying power spread out in all directions, tearing the ground apart as if the sky had collapsed, and every one of the ambushing Myriad Tribes' Powerhouses suffered heavy injuries.
