A city built on the bones of the forerunners, where billions of beings were slaughtered, turning the ten-thousand-mile border of Red Heaven into red earth, devoid of life — what kind of tragedy is this?
Thus, the Cultivators who arrived here were all enraged, their blood boiling with a desire for revenge!
The word 'kill' expressed the intention in everyone's hearts. At this moment, who knows how many ghost ships simultaneously lit up, with massive characters rising one by one.
These are the Myriad Clans Runes, the esoteric mysteries of all powerful races, awakening together to jointly attack the ruins, aiming to annihilate the enemy.
Even though they knew those were beings from the Different Domain, who might have reached unimaginable domains, high above them, at this time people refused to submit, determined to resist to the end!
Boom!
