The cold wind howled, and the world was deathly silent.
From the Terror Crocodile Ancestor to every soldier, all stared dumbfoundedly at the Tongchui Saint Sovereign, now turned into a cloud of blood mist, feeling suffocated.
"The... Tong... Tongchui... Saint... Saint Sovereign... has... fallen?"
"Did Tongchui Saint Sovereign just fall like that?"
"How is that possible? How can this be? Impossible! It's fake..."
Shock!
Dread!
Horror!
Fear!
All kinds of emotions filled their hearts, causing everyone to tremble violently as they looked at Ying Yue, their gazes full of fear: "He crushed Tongchui Saint Sovereign to death with a mere gesture, how strong must he be? How long can we hold out?"
"Oh my God! Who exactly is he? Why does he possess such terrifying power?"
Everyone was terrified, but none more so than the Terror Crocodile Ancestor.
