Saint Fall!
When the world let out a cry again, everyone realized that Yan Wuse's era had come to an end.
His end came amid the storm.
The light of spiritual cultivation was not a light of Upanishad. He had died at the hands of the Water of Upanishad and there was no way he could be resurrected.
As strong as a demi-saint was...
On Abyss Island, two had already fallen.
This did not include the extraordinary deaths of the Divine Oracle and Ye Xiao.
"Sky City has its demi-saint foundational roots, but it was also the burial ground of demi-saints."
Everyone on Abyss Island realized that this was not a legend, nor was it a joke.
Even they ran the risk of dying at any time under the ferocious gazes of the ghost beasts on the Inner Island.
"Another one died..."
On the dragon's head, Xu Xiaoshou emerged from his sudden bout of sadness and felt a little absent-minded.