At the horizon, a wisp of dark clouds quietly dissipated, and the sunshine pierced through the clouds, yet it seemed unable to dispel the heaviness and gloom over this land.
In the air, an indescribable breath descended from the sky.
Jile War God looked in horror towards the direction from which the breath was oppressing.
At this glance, his face was suddenly horrified.
This breath naturally came from Lin Dong.
At this moment, he was seen flying from the horizon, wrapped in boundless rage.
Beside him, accompanied by the equally furious Hei Long War God.
In addition to them, next to Lin Dong stood a man with cat ears, his eyes filled with anger and sorrow, none other than Sister Ah-Sheng's husband, a warrior from the tribe who lost his home and beloved.
When their figures appeared in front of Jile War God, time seemed to freeze.
Jile War God, at this moment, had an expression of disbelief on his face.
He never expected that his past misdeeds would attract Lin Dong.
