As soon as the experts of the ancient underworld and the monsters under the quadrupole floating earth came out, they were covered by the light of the panicky fist. That kind of divine might was unstoppable, too fierce, and tyrannical beyond compare!
With a rumble, they felt as if they had returned to their youth. They were suppressed by their life and death enemies, and then exploded. Blood and bones were flying out.
This kind of feeling was too unpleasant. This should have been an experience before they had grown up. In the era of surging blood, they were in the prime of their lives. They competed for the world, never dying in a hundred battles. Their struggle for hegemony was fierce, and they fought against heroes from all walks of life, in the end, they stepped on the blood and bones of others to rise up.
But now, they had become the background wall. If it weren’t for the funeral oration flowing in their blood, they would probably have died!
