The dark space became dull after the female knight left. The surroundings were empty. The shattered space began to slowly fuse together after the group of strong people left. The scattered elemental particles in the surroundings also began to slowly gather together.
During this process, Bolton’s head floated in the space, like a discarded piece of trash.
Who would have thought that the owner of this head would be a Lord that the Abyss had high hopes for, one that held dozens of large galaxies in his hands, and had more than a hundred billion people?
The Federation universe was incomparably vast, and every day, different exciting stories would happen in different corners. In this vast platform, there were no lack of legends that had risen from the bottom, but similarly,. There were also no lack of legends that were like ants, dying in unattended corners...