Yan Zhaoge stared coldly at Shen Li as from the Myriad Dragon Palace resounded the endless roars of dragons, a great amount of dragon qi spilling out from within.
As numerous light dragons coiled around the great palace, the dimensional passageway entrance sealed beneath it began to grow unstable.
The people of the Heavenly Thunder Hall were currently all still in a state of extreme shock.
Their clan was one of the six great Sacred Grounds of the Eight Extremities World, having stood domineeringly and tall for many long years. Today, however, it was as if its doomsday had come.
Their number one expert Shen Li who was known as the Green Thunder Martial Saint, one of the few Martial Saint experts of the Eight Extremities World, appeared flimsy and helpless before the enemy.
With the precedent of Black Nightmare Mountain, no one could say for sure that they were assured for certain never to fall.