"No time to mourn for Zhu Xiu anymore!"
"What we need to do now is destroy the Demon God True Realm, we cannot let his sacrifice go in vain!"
The battle opportunity is rare; the Primordial Gods have no time for sorrow.
Zhu Xiu, with his young life, severed the roots of the World Tree, winning them this once-in-a-lifetime chance!
If they indulge in grief and miss this opportunity, that would be the greatest betrayal to this Human Dao hero!
"Kill——!!!"
Xuanyuan was the first to break free from sorrow, his golden eyes filled with endless fury and killing intent!
He raised the Holy Dao Sword in his hand high, its blade pointed directly at the Demon God True Realm, suspended quietly in Chaos after losing the support of the World Tree, and let out the angriest roar of his life!
"All Human Dao soldiers! All Primordial comrades! Join me in flattening this realm! Avenge Zhu Xiu!"
"Revenge! Revenge! Revenge!"
