Paris suddenly became chaotic. Even though the civilians had seen these supreme beings long ago, they were still panicked in the face of the overwhelming flames of war.
From time to time, the aftermath of the attack affected the surroundings. Buildings were pierced by the holy light, flowing hot lava in the high temperature, or corroded by blood energy and dark magic power, disappearing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The sky was covered with lights of different colors, like fireworks released in a festival, but the fireworks in front of you have deadly power.
"You..."
The blood beauty who was about to rise into the air and continue to kill suddenly turned around to look at Chen Han who had changed her face, her beautiful brows frowned: "Damn it! You are a cultivator, you are...you are Chen Han?!"