Above the sky, figures of golden-armored generals emerged.
With a loud shout, golden Flowing Light descended from the sky, crashing down upon Han Muye and his companions.
Such was the abundance of this Flowing Light, its radiance so dazzling, that even the heavens and earth could not bear it, revealing layers of fracturing light patterns.
Mysterious Pole Force.
The Guardians of Mysterious Extreme Heaven possessed tremendous strength, and the Mysterious Pole Force they concentrated far surpassed the power of the Supreme Realm.
At this moment, as the sky crumbled and fell, the entire world shook, and everyone's faces except for Han Muye paled.
"Insects?" Han Muye shook his head and raised his hand, a three-foot-long sword materializing in his palm.
This sword appeared utterly ordinary, but the bone-chilling coldness emitting from its edge made all those golden-armored generals above the sky shiver.
"Buzz—"