Bab 492: A Grand Symphony of Chaos II

The Founder was still calmly enjoying exquisite meats that came from the bodies of Supreme Behemoths while he sat alone in the expansive golden hall atop a regal chair. 

As he saw the chaotic scenes of the battle where three World Rank Celestial Grandmasters had just lost their lives, all he did was pause briefly before bringing another piece of a glistening thigh towards his mouth, his mouth slowly moving in a soliloquy thereafter!

"I see. So that's what that feeling was all about."

His gaze was as apathetic as ever as he nodded, his eyes shining gold as they focused on the figure of the Infernal Lord that was now going around destroying the Prime Warships and any of those that wanted to board them, the eyes of the Founder also focusing on the figures of World Rank beings summoned by the Infernal Lord as the golden light only became brighter.