Looking at the current state of the White War God, Su Mo's heart was filled with anger.
Li Yuanhao's eyes were red, constantly calling out his master's name.
Bai Yuanhao seemed to be awakened by the noisy environment outside, lifted his head in confusion, wanting to see what had happened, but suddenly realized he had already lost his eyes.
Listening intently for a moment, he once again discerned Li Yuanhao's words, accompanied by a voice both unfamiliar and slightly familiar.
That person called himself the White War God!
In an instant, White Cloud's former hazy spirit instantly cleared up, stretched out a hand wanting to grasp forward, but caught nothing.
"Su Mo, is that you? Have you returned?"
The White War God's voice was hoarse and aged, even somewhat harsh.
The flames of anger burned fiercely in Su Mo's eyes, he took a fierce step forward, causing the heavens and the earth to emit terrifying cracking sounds: "Release the White War God!"
