The People in the Hall Have Wisdom in Their Hands (1)

"Hualala..."

At the border of the Qilin world and the Central Yuan world, a torrential rain of blood fell.

In the past, every drop of the Holy Emperor's blood was a treasure that contained endless essence.

If an ordinary person obtained it and could refine it, it would be a great treasure that was no less than a Saint Stage artifact.

But now, let alone stealing the blood.

Not a single person was even close to the battlefield.

"It's coming, it's coming..."

"Run!"

The Spiritual Cultivators from the Central Yuan world fled from the Hundred Shattered Beast Mountain in panic.

Halfway through the battle, the Ultimate Giant retreated three steps and stepped into the Land Realm of the Central Yuan world from the Qilin world.

It was fortunate that it stepped on the Hundred Shattered mountain range and only a dozen trading towns were destroyed.