บท 1290: Chapter 1289, No. 9, cried

No. 9 grinned, revealing a mouth full of white teeth that emitted a cold light. He rushed toward Madman Wu, obviously wanting to break his leg.

In the world of Yang, in the famous mountains and rivers, the revived top-tier old monsters could see the final battle in the abandoned land beyond the heavens. They all opened their mouths and revealed strange expressions.

What kind of method was this? Everyone was speechless. This was the final battle with the most overbearing madman Wu in history. You want to directly go up and bite his thigh?

In the primal chaos fog, Madman Wu’s figure was very blurry, but his eyes were pale golden. When reflected, it was incomparably cold as he stared at number nine.

With a chi sound, he stretched out his hand. His palm and fingers shone, appearing very gentle. However, it shook away the Great Dao of the outer realms. It was incomparably overbearing. With a bang, it seemed to pierce through eternity.