Above Mingding Ancient City.
An expanse of chaotic mist shrouded the sky.
The crowd only saw one God Lord after another arriving.
In the Beixuan Hundred Realms, the nine God Lords, all gathered!
Each God Lord exuded a power that shook heaven and earth, causing the surrounding space to distort continuously.
But what was even more terrifying and awe-inspiring was at the forefront, the one driving the golden war chariot, drawn by a seven-colored fire phoenix, the God Lord of True Yang Palace, Ji Wu!
"Da-da-da!"
Ji Wu drove the chariot with a solemn expression.
The chariot traveled through the void as if on solid ground, emitting sounds of breaking the void.
He remained silent, his manner calm.
Yet, across the Tianzhao Continent, nearly a hundred ancient cities, billions of lives, all held their breaths at this moment.
"Why have the nine God Lords all appeared? Who is that youth in black on the opposite side?"
Someone stared wide-eyed, looking in disbelief.
