However, the moment his figure solidified completely, it seemed as if only one thing remained between heaven and earth — sharpness!
No words, no actions were needed, as an extremely pure and sharp sword intent silently spread.
Cutting through everything, piercing through the illusory!
The man lowered his eyes, his face ordinary, his expression indifferent.
When his figure became solid, that ultimate sword intent that could cut through everything vanished like an illusion.
The two figures stood there suddenly and naturally under the broken sky dome, as if they were always meant to be there, crossing the long river of time spanning a thousand years, setting foot in the human world again.
"Are they the aid sent by the Divine?"
The seven kings looked up, each having this question in their hearts.
Judging by the appearance of these two men, they were clearly not Western Continent people, but rather Central Plains people from the East Continent side.
