บท 1812: Even If I Have to Fight It All!

They had been waiting for the past three days.

Now, Yang Luo had finally come out of seclusion!

"Divine Emperor! Divine Emperor! Divine Emperor!…"

Everyone present was excited and shouted excitedly.

At this moment.

Yang Luo stood in the air.

He glanced around and realized that everyone had gathered.

It seemed that the ultimate battle of the Dark World had arrived.

Although Yang Luo was covered in blood, there were no wounds on his body. His essence, energy, and spirit had reached their peak.

Ye Luange's eyes were filled with heartache as she muttered, "Little Luo probably paid a heavy price to step into the True Immortal Realm!"

Song Zhixin's eyes turned red, "This big idiot made himself like this again in order to become stronger!"

Su Qingmei and the other women's eyes were also red and filled with tears.

Mo Qingkuang sighed and said, "The path of the strong is never smooth sailing!