Chapter 1372: The large one 1000, the small one 800!

Surrendering below the Saint Realm means living an extra ten years?

This is what the roaring message from the rift said, the face on the paper was hideous and terrifying. After roaring, it crumbled into dust and dispersed with the wind.

"Only two hours!"

Li Xiaobai squinted his eyes, staring intently at the flickering figures in the rift above. The giant shadow disappeared, leaving only rows upon rows of black shadows brandishing sharp weapons. These were the elite soldiers ready to invade the Central Origin Realm.

Two hours of preparation time seemed like an opportunity for the Central Origin Realm, but in reality, it was likely the time needed for the Immortal Gods to suppress their cultivation levels. Once they crossed dimensions, it would be the greatest disaster in the history of the Central Origin Realm.

"Sect Master Li, what should we do?"