The white fog envelopes the Capital City.
No one knows the outcome of this battle.
They only hear continuous explosions inside, as all ancient beings vie for the new core.
"A decisive battle, so soon?" Doukou Hong couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, "Xi Rong is so bold!! With this move, he uses his own death to forcibly bring all the Saints out early for a final confrontation!"
Xinyi Yun had a trace of worry flash across her face, "This mysterious Xirong Manor Master, from the very beginning, didn't wish to live, he devised a perfect solution to completely resolve the matter."
"Reforge the core." Doukou Hong fell silent.
"Yes, reforge the core."
Xinyi Yun's expression was extremely complex, "The essence of the chaos erupting, is countless ancient Saints from different eras fighting each other, continually emerging, leading to the suffering of the people."
