The black clouds in the sky were torn apart.
But there was no starlight.
And the colossal pressure had already crushed the highest dome, columns, and even the floor of the Triad, revealing countless cracks.
With just a faint operation, it had already transformed into the axis of heaven and earth, causing all fragile things to hover at the edge of the cliff.
In the end, the Red Scale Great Snake, which seemed to devour the heavens and earth, lowered its eyes and indifferently spat out its poisonous tongue, overlooking the gradually bloodless face of the young man before it.
Mocking lowered eyes.
"Putting on a show, here with me? Does it work? Little Nineteen..."
The old man teasingly asked, "After going through so much effort to delay for such a long time, what are you waiting for? The reinforcements you promised? The aid from the Dojo? The strong men of Tanbo?"
Wood Cottage's face changed suddenly.
In his arms, the once warm talisman had lost its temperature.
