In his mind, the clusters of palaces became more brilliantly radiant, with mists of rosy clouds suddenly flourishing.
Po Jun, Tan Lang, and Seven Killings, three enormous stars, began to slowly rotate.
The majestic figure clad in armor, seated atop Po Jun, seemed to sense something, rose, and knelt on one knee, like a soldier ready for orders at any moment.
And Xiao Bai, who was already prepared, raised its head and let out a tiger's roar, the excitement unmistakable.
"Kill, kill, kill!"
Subsequently, strands of silver mist emerged from Chen Yi's body, swiftly dispersing in all directions.
Ten thousand miles, twenty thousand miles, thirty thousand miles... until it covered the entire Da Wei Dynasty.
In an instant.
No matter if they were in Kyoto Prefecture, the Emperor Wei, the Great Master, the Huangshan Taoist, Li Qingzhou, or a number of Divine Power Realm figures located in other prefectures—all felt the fierce intent of slaughter descending from the sky.
