Yuan Ya spoke to this point and suddenly shook violently, as if witnessing again the terrifying scene of that day.
Zhou Qing noticed the dwindling vitality within her, hastily transferring another strand of pure spiritual power, only to find it ineffective, like a clay ox entering the sea.
His brows were tightly furrowed.
Dragon Robe?
Is it the Old Emperor who has been in seclusion for years, or the current reigning Emperor?
No, it shouldn't be that old fox Xuanyuan Chong.
That cowardly old fox never dares to step out of the Imperial City.
After all, the Dynastic Fortunes Golden Dragon is his last lifeline.
It was precisely thanks to this item that he was able to hold his own against the Yama wielding a replica Extreme Dao Weapon at Wuxiang Mountain.
Yuan Ya continued with difficulty: "Then... dozens of figures descended from the flying ship..."
Her voice was filled with deep terror, "Each one... emitting a suffocating oppression..."
