The wind and sand swept over ten thousand miles, rustling ominously.
The ancestral land of the Red Owl Race no longer existed.
Every living being of the Red Owl Race, the clan protection array, and all material things.
Everything had been annihilated under the twilight of the gods.
Not even a trace of bone or blood was left behind.
As though this place had never housed the Red Owl Race from the beginning.
The firmament was scarred by abyss-like space cracks that refused to mend.
The ground was pitted with craters where countless meteors had fallen.
This was the true battle of the supreme powerhouses.
Luckily, there was the blockade of the Divine Ao King; otherwise, the entire Demon Barbarian Continent would have been in upheaval.
And Jun Wuhui, in white, stood with hands behind his back, his demeanor calm.
Wiping out a Quasi-Emperor Race was undoubtedly a monumental achievement.
Yet Jun Wuhui remained composed, his eyes profound like the sun and moon, showing no ripples.
