Chapter 792: Lanci Predicted the Ancestor's Prediction

Dawn breaks, casting a glimmer of white across the sky as the wilderness remains shrouded in a thin mist.

Beneath the ruins of the kilometer city gate.

Inside his silver mask, the black centipede Curse Mark on his left cheek faintly glows, just like the relentless Magic Power in his emerald eyes.

He raises his hand, a finger slowly sweeping to the right, directing the legion.

All around, silence prevails, broken only by the rustling of wind across the wild grass.

In an instant, the whole legion seems sliced open by a tempestuous wind, leaving everything it touches devoid of life, as if his decree split the heaven and earth asunder!

Countless warriors had once fought bloodily before this city gate, breaching and defending it. Now, the vast lands are once again stained red with blood, leaving only the solitary figure in white robes.

The White Robed Pope withdraws his finger, resting it behind his back.