e afterglow of the setting sun painting the sky in a magnificent crimson. It bathed the ancient moon's face, adding a touch of brilliance to her serene beauty. 。 Wu Changkong still had the same cold...The Abyssal Lord is a ruler of realms! Yet, at this very moment, he's being suppressed and can't even lift his head. 。“No, it’s impossible” 。This is the power of God. 。How could you possibly have > 。The saint's voice grew furious. Apart from the power of a divine curse, what else could suppress the aura of their world ruler

"Hmph!" A cold female voice snorted, and the nine-colored dragon spear suddenly paused mid-air

An unprecedented aura of majesty suddenly erupted from her, an ancient and boundless flavor. 。At this moment, practically every titled Douluo and above on the entire Douluo Continent looked up at the sky. 。It's not just the strong from Douluo Continent, Douling Continent, and Xingluo Continent who feel this... 。In the vast wilderness, a wild figure was dashing wildly. He seemed to have suddenly sensed something and abruptly came to a halt. A look of astonishment appeared on his rugged face, and he knelt down on one knee with a start. The powerful aura he had possessed moments before vanished in this instant, replaced by an eerie silence. 。In the distant, vast forests high, its hollow eyes blazing with eerie green flames. With a gaping maw, it unleashed a massive torrent of green fire upon Tang Wulin and his companions. 。There was no burning sensation, but all f...