Chapter 199 You Finally Came, Aberrant Cult Master

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Though spoken softly, the words clearly reached the ears of both sides.

The desperate combatants unconsciously looked toward the end of the sky.

There, an ancient chariot unobscured by the slightest hint of radiance.

All eyes saw the figure in a blue robe sitting cross-legged atop the chariot.

With raven hair draped over his shoulders and a face both handsome and divine, his eyes as deep as the starry sky, he captivated all who looked upon him.

Such a visage they had seen a thousand, ten thousand times in their memories, yet never once like this, so thrilling, so terrifying.

A low chant, almost like a lament, escaped their lips:

"Divine Emperor Your Majesty!"

Before the crowd could utter more.

Everything around was vanishing: the pitted ground, the shattered space, even the sun in the sky disappeared without a trace.