"Three groups of people..."
"From three different directions, with our current remaining strength, it's best to choose one direction to send a warning with all our might..."
The top-tier transcendents, half-buried in grave soil, communicated through divine thought and fell into silence, finally deciding to send a distress signal to the group above the sky.
Although this group did not seem the strongest in their perception.
But among the other two groups, one was being pursued by mysterious creatures, and the other arrived from the opposite direction of the Holy City, with unclear identities.
After making their decision.
These few people exhausted their last bit of power, condensing the distress message into a wisp of divine thought and sending it upwards toward the sky.
At this moment.
The high-altitude sky-hole roared with a violent wind, and intense battle echoed across the universe.
