Outside the Profound Celestial Sect, five-colored mountains loomed across the starry expanse, interwoven with flowing rivers of starlight. Battleships crumbled as powerful cultivators wailed in agony.
Standing eight hundred meters tall and wreathed in unearthly flames, Wang Yi looked like the absolute ruler of this world. He held the power of life and death; any target he selected was doomed.
"Oh no, old Mr. Han got captured!"
"What? Even an expert like Frost Mage Han Lidong got taken down!"
"This Rebel Dragon is way too strong!"
"Such terrifying power!"
"What are we gonna do..."
