บท 726: Opening the Qilin Ranking!

The national fate gave off a powerful pressure that made all the pinnacle experts tremble in fear.

Braydon Neal was alone on Mount Tanish. He walked into the pavilion and took two things.

A four-foot sandalwood box.

A pale yellow scroll!

These two items might be able to save Braydon's life.

As night fell.

The sky darkened.

The eighth wave of national fate had arrived.

The fate of the country was like rain, dripping down.

What was even more terrifying was the might of the country. The invisible pressure could easily make people mistake it for the might of the heavens.

The might of the heavens was vast and mighty, and the might of the country was sacred!

There was an obvious difference between the two!

When the eighth wave of national fate descended, the entire pavilion on the peak of Mount Tanish was instantly reduced to dust.

Countless plants were turned into powder.