No one could see his eyes clearly.
Because burning within his pupils were scorching flames, and fleeting glimmers of the sun appeared within.
First Generation Sacred Monarch, Yuan Xi.
"I'm not surprised that you found me, after all, I'm indeed not adept at hiding."
Yuan Xi's hearty laughter echoed in the ruins with a tinge of regret: "If it weren't for my orders to wait until you have played all your cards before taking action, I would have appeared earlier."
As the twilight faded, Constantine also returned to his original state, silently standing up from the deep pit in the long street, casually dusting off his clothes, and quietly lifting his head.
Three generations of Sacred Monarchs stood side by side.
The scene was nothing short of spectacular.
Medanzo looked down from above with a cold gaze, speaking in a mocking tone: "The grand three generations of Sacred Monarchs have reduced to being Omega's lackeys."
It was truly a regrettable affair.