Lin Chen smiled and said, "Of course, there isn't an owner of the trial tower, or rather, the owner of the trial tower left behind an idea. I'm not bad, right?"
"Impossible!"
An elder from the outside world blurted out, looking very frightened.
The atmosphere at the scene had been boiling for a long time. They wondered who was at the last level? They thought of the foreign devils' prodigies, the ancient fierce beasts, the arrogance of the ancients, but they never considered that the owner of the Five-Color Mountain would be the opponent on the final floor.
The middle-aged man with gastrointestinal issues said, "There's no need for that name. In this world, I do not know my own name."
Upon hearing these words, everyone fell silent, feeling the ruthlessness of time and the inexorability of the years, which make you brilliant, how to become splendid, yet powerless to resist the force of time and space, where in the long Long River, all would disappear.
