章節 1239: The Hope of the Race

At the gate of Boat of Mausoleum, great beings like North True Star Master from Eastern Emperor Holy Land heard a cold voice when seeing candidates like Thundercoat Devil God and Tie Bu Demon Master quit: "All of you, get out of Boat of Mausoleum now. The gate is closing. If you don't, you won't have the chance anymore."

"The gate is closing?"

"Only one who's exposed to the inheritance can survive, and he'll be the next Duan Dong River! Others will all have to die."

"Go!"

North True Star Master and other great beings all started to fly out of the gate. They made it just before it closed. Everyone sighed when they looked back at the gate.

"I really admire you, Thundercoat Devil God."

"I can't believe you were the one who planned this inheritance, and you made the Divine Eye clan suffer such a huge loss. The Divine Eye clan must hate your guts now."