A day passed.
At the peak of a high mountain, Chen Lan sat cross-legged, gently wiping the Demon God Sword in his hand.
Rumble!!!
Suddenly, dark clouds gathered, thunder rumbled, and endless Cang Lei flickered within the clouds, illuminating countless human figures, as if countless people were standing within them.
[Blue Star ant, you have the audacity to provoke all the evil races of the heavens alone!]
A voice echoed in the sky, and an evil race descended from above, Wang Po Fistsman looking coldly at Chen Lan.
Chen Lan slightly raised his head, facing the overwhelming evil races without a trace of fear.
"Still the same evil race? Don't you have any other races to call upon?" Chen Lan spoke calmly, as if these evil races weren't enough for him to kill.
"Hehe, you're quite right, we have called upon all our allies. Let's see how you handle this today!"
With Wang Po Fistsman's words, Chen Lan saw space rifts open in the sky!
