The apocalyptic scene vividly unfolded before their eyes. With the despair-inducing Raksha base gone, the people of the Heavenly Star Realm, sitting limply on the ground, were still shocked, forgetting they were alive.
Shhh... shhh... shhh...
At this moment, thirty figures landed one after another in front of everyone.
Thirty figures!
Thirty!
Bang!
The chaotic minds of the crowd finally awoke due to the thunderous number thirty.
Zhu Youjian stood up in shock, trembling: "Nine, Nine Provinces Mad... Mad Cultivators?"
"Hey, can you talk properly?" a panting martial artist rolled his eyes, "Even though it's for World Fate Points, we also saved your Heavenly Star Realm. Saying a few nice words won't kill you, will it?"
Incidental, incidental? The people of Heavenly Star Realm heard this and their faces began to twitch violently.
"Senior, are you the lord of this realm?"
Zhu Youjian looked at the speaker, who was none other than the last to appear, a young god of slaughter.
