In the depths of the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Races, Lin Ping'an continued his breakthrough, his aura steadily rising, and his power surging continuously.
The range of his imposing influence also expanded wider and wider.
Five thousand miles... eight thousand miles... ten thousand miles...
The terrifying aura swept across and suppressed thousands of miles, and even in more distant places, it was distinctly perceptible.
At the same time.
In the depths of the Human Race World, the depths of the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Races, and many affiliated secret realms, pairs of eyes opened, casting their gaze toward him.
And then, whispers of amazement appeared in various hidden spots.
"Such a powerful aura! At least Fourth Heaven or above."
"Emerging now! Isn't the time too early?"
"Awakening? Breakthrough? Who exactly is it?"
"..."
The Three Giants of Great Xia gathered, their expressions more serious than ever, their eyes full of complexity.
