章節 1753: The Legacy of the Primordial Chaos Passed Down to the Galaxy (3)

The vast expanse of the Galaxy world lay in ruins.

Except for some ancient remnants of power still willing to linger in the Galaxy Great World, the others went to the great cities in the void.

But within these cities, the battles grew even more fierce.

Many cities fell in the struggle for resources.

Cold Moon City was one of them.

Even the Temple of Ten Thousand Gods had to retreat, leaving behind only the Trading Temple.

Most of the powerhouses in Cold Moon City died in the midst of the conflict.

Some of their battle puppets and armors remained, scattered across the square.

Whether the powerful refiner eventually departed or perished, no one inherited his legacy in Cold Moon City.

In other words, Cold Moon City actually had no master.

With a slow withdrawal of his hand, Han Muye looked at the terrified elites of Cold Moon City and smiled. "I'll give you a chance.