What Yang Yan needs now is time.
Chiyou saw the several people surrounding him with vigilant expressions, his face full of arrogance.
He let out another eerie laugh:
"Among the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, even the weakest had at least Emperor-level mastery. Among them, the Three Sovereigns had even stepped into the Demigod Realm."
"But they all died! All of them! One by one they perished under my axe!"
As Chiyou spoke, he grew more excited, seemingly lost in memories of that era, laughing maniacally again.
For a moment, Chiyou's laughter reverberated through the entire Buzhou Space.
The one who suffered the most being closest to Chiyou was the Nine Swords.
As for Gongsun Ruyan, she held on with all her might.
Finally, her vision went black, and she fainted directly.
"If this God were restored to his prime, such power is beyond your imagination!"
