In front of him, the golden lotus blocked all his paths forward.
A monk walked on the golden lotus, with each step blossoming a lotus.
With every step, golden flames ignited on the ground.
Countless Miracle Energy filled the entire space.
Roar!
Screech!
Howl!
Countless members of the Demon clan and demon race began to roar frantically.
It was the miracle of the Different Races, the despair of the Hominini.
Dust Sand appeared at the last moment, the Pinnacle Force of the Fourteenth Level, eternally renewing.
At this critical moment, he blocked Stone Schroeder.
Preventing him from entering the Eight Desolate Beast Domain and launching that assault against the heavens.
Alas.
Stone Schroeder closed his book and sighed once again.
So many Hominini masters gave their all to assist him, yet ultimately they couldn't execute that strike.
He looked at the already burning remnants of the twilight, with a sorrowful expression on his face.
