Chương 1387: Stigmata

When Meng Chao gazed at the mother of origin for a long time...

The wrinkles on her body, which were like the sulcus of her brain, began to tremble and rotate crazily.

They were like vortexes that were getting larger and larger, sucking Meng Chao's gaze firmly into them.

In a trance, Meng Chao's consciousness seemed to be dragged into an endless tunnel.

When he finally reached the end of the tunnel, he saw countless ancient vicious beasts gathering together, roaring at the sky, and charging at the Ancients with magnificent momentum.

This was... another view of the ancient war!

The overwhelming ancient beast horde, under the incomparably resplendent and brutal light of death, swept through one ancient city after another.

It also almost broke through Meng Chao's spiritual defense line.