"Roar!"
Prince Ji Kuang's hand, wrapped in the Divine Armor, tightly held the reins.
The Skyfire Lion, pulling the war chariot, colossal in size and enveloped in flames, roared incessantly, its sound shaking the heavens and earth, and from its mouth spewed a column of fire stretching tens of miles across the sky.
At this moment.
Even humans on Earth could see the sudden appearance of scarlet flame traces in the void.
His eyes were devoid of joy or sorrow, staring directly at Chen Yuan.
Chen Yuan's choice was not within Ji Kuang's consideration; he only needed to know whether it was to fight or to surrender.
Ji Kuang, having experienced countless battles, never doubted his battle chariot beast and the Heavenly Halberd in his hand.
Countless powerful sects and deeply cultivated Heavenly Monarch Practitioners had perished under the army of the True Yang Palace.
Now that the nine Divine Sects have arrived together, there was absolutely no way out for Chen Yuan.
