This illusion, cannot possibly withstand Wen Yu's power!
When the dark tide wiped away everything in front of Wen Yu, the scene before his eyes drastically changed. In the next second, Wen Yu was already standing in a magnificent hall.
"Submit! Or die!"
On the throne, Tang Haofei's familiar face appeared expressionless, clad in yellow robes, and beneath him were two rows of neatly arranged powerful experts from the military. At this moment, Tang Haofei seemed to be destined by heaven, above tens of thousands.
And Wen Yu, only stood shackled in the center of the hall, facing the surrounding eyes that were filled with ridicule and mockery.
"Sequence Number 2 traversed an era, but in the end, isn't he going to submit to King Tang!"
"That's right, Sequence Number 2 used to be so impressive, heard he once ruled over a mountain in Africa alone as king. I also heard, Sequence Number 2's power used to be on par with King Tang. What about now?"
