Such a powerful monkey, the most powerful saint-emperor in the history of the battle clan, had once walked side by side with the heavenly emperor, and just like that... he died in battle, leaving nothing behind.
The afterimage exploded, and it vanished, never to be seen again.
The heavens were dripping with blood, and the heavens were crying in terror.
The black dog, the rotting corpse, and the nine daos first grade had experienced all sorts of tempestuous waves, and had seen all sorts of life and death, but they were still incomparably sorrowful and sorrowful.
The black dog growled and raised its head to look at the sky. It stretched out its large claws, wanting to grab onto something, but in the end, it was all for naught.
The unyielding monkey never bowed his head and never retreated. Even if it was just an afterimage, it still wanted to end its life in a great battle. It was unyielding and unyielding, ending like this.
This world was not free. He would rather die in battle!