In the void, the Cliff Divine King, burdened and moving forward, looked back as if peering into the battle at the center of the deep sea.
When he sensed the Old Emperor Qian's Refining God beginning to break through the Tenth Tier, he rarely smiled.
The only time he laughed out loud recently.
Once he pondered, constantly cutting his flesh and throwing it into the Refining God Dao, whether this constant cutting of flesh was appropriate.
But after comprehensive consideration, he still felt the benefits outweighed the drawbacks, and it was already the most proactive approach he could take.
Now, he felt his persistence through these days was finally worthwhile.
Even if he was now like the Ancient God, in a state of watching and enjoying the spectacle, it would be best if all those fighting on the New Continent were dead.
But in comparison, he shared the Ancient God's thoughts that madmen like the Old Emperor Qian, who dare to walk the Ancient God's Dao, must die.
