"You're right, let's beat that filthy mouth of yours first!"
The Emperor Beast's expression changed unpredictably.
Joking aside, don't joke about the Filthy Sun.
This bastard, once he's prepared to make a move, leaves no room for holding back.
Or rather, he now has no way to hold back.
This should be the first time the Filthy Sun has used power of this level while fully conscious.
Just adapting is already exhausting, how could he possibly hold back?
On the contrary, excitement that had been absent for a long time arose within the Ten Thousand Beasts Garden.
How many years has it been since the world groups, without a word to one another, dismembered many supreme existences, that the Ten Thousand Beasts Garden has faced such an entity head-on.
In the view of the Ten Thousand Beasts Garden, the supreme has always been the source of chaos in the multiverse.
