Chương 1817: Chaos Descends on the World (1)

The Templars retreated fearfully. It was said that the Unholy One was merciless. Now that they had met him, would he show mercy to them? It seemed like he was about to kill them at any time.

Now that the two ancient gods were gone, Lu Zhou flew up into the sky.

Upon seeing this, the hundreds of Templars retreated in fear again. Their legs were trembling.

"Get out of my way," Lu Zhou said in a deep and powerful voice.

Soundwaves swept out, and the hundreds of Templars quickly moved to the sides.

After that, Lu Zhou flew back to the Sacred Region.

The Templars could not decide if they should chase after Lu Zhou or not as they watched him fly away. It took a long time before they finally returned to their senses.

"Quick! Report to the Great Emperor!"

"The remaining Pillars of Destruction can't hold on anymore as well!"

Then, a few Templars flew away to report these matters to Ming Xin.