Simu Jiuchen spoke aloud, the gaze of each Human Race prodigy turned extremely cold, a chilling aura emerged around them.
Soon, shadows like Death God scattered in all directions.
Amidst the crowd, Buddha's Son Jia Xun's body froze in place, he looked incredulously at his own hands, as if he felt something.
"The Golden Pool... is dead!!"
"Was it you?? Su Tu!! Was it you..."
Jia Xun spoke in a low voice, then he uncontrollably covered his head as his mind rapidly filled with memories, thoughts surged uncontrollably.
Afterwards, Jia Xun's expression became more compassionate, with an indescribable meaning, he softly said: "So it is, Su Tu, we've known each other for such a long time already..."
Meanwhile.
Above the mountain of corpses and sea of blood, a foreign race with a human body and lion head trembled slightly, chains wrapped around him ferociously, while in front of him stood the Invincible Long Wang.
