Stars hang in the sky, the moon falls, and the river sparkles with a thunderous glow. The three-eyed elder, a dying Divine resurrected from ashes, is completely restrained and collapses into streams of light.
Meng Zhiyan was lost in thought, feeling that his knowledge was insufficient. How could there be a Grandmaster in this world in his twenties?
Yu Gen Sheng exclaimed in admiration, truly this young man he esteemed has left a trail of resplendent footprints along the journey, constantly achieving miracles.
Qin Ming held the Thunder Blade and said, "Is he really a Grandmaster? I feel his skill is lacking, still missing something."
At this comment, Meng Zhiyan's expression froze slightly. Does Xiao Qin also dismiss the three-eyed elder?
At this moment, still in fierce battle, Meng Zhiyan couldn't afford to daze off, fiercely attacking the black bird, a vague avatar of the dying Divine.
