"No matter who it is, if they dare to take up arms and offend the Sun Tribe, they shall die!"
But soon, the Supreme Lord Wan Yang no longer dwelled on who the 'Han Country' was, regaining the calm and majesty of a cosmic supreme being, a trace of cold gleam flashing in his eyes as he spoke coldly.
The elder slightly bowed, without saying a word.
"Issue the order, the entire tribe prepares for battle!"
Supreme Lord Wan Yang stood up, his aura imposing, and commanded loudly.
The words had just fallen.
"Screech～"
An ear-piercing sound rang out.
Immediately following, suns rose one after another, floating in the endless starry sky, flames soaring high, emitting exceptionally high temperatures, seemingly ready to ignite the Wan Yang Universe, turning it into illusion.
Each sun represents a powerful figure of the Sun Tribe!
"Head to the Nirvana Region!"
