Even if the heavens are about to collapse, what's the use of panicking?
...
...
"Dead..."
"This..."
"Truly dead..."
The Bronze Grand Clock retracted, and the people of the Ancient Race looked at Long Yinghai's tragic death beneath it, everyone fell silent.
The rain poured down, wetting the dust, seeping into the Ancient Tomb, where the hidden treasure awaited further emergence. However, Long Yinghai's once pale face had turned ashen... Blood flowed from his seven orifices, sizzling and steaming.
This might be the first time a member of the Dragon Tomb Ancient Race was killed outside.
No matter how few members they had, the Dragon Tomb Ancient Race was the fewest, yet their overall power was also the strongest, which meant they fiercely protected their own.
Even Elder Mo from the Celestial Sound Ancient Race was stunned on the spot.
He had shouted "seeking death," intending to suppress these arrogant Dragon Tomb Ancient people, but never expected to kill him...
