Boom!
The Night Emperor gazed down at the earth, surrounded by rolling clouds, countless strands of platinum auspicious clouds gathering into threads, surging up layer by layer, like a celestial river.
More like the legendary river of fate.
He seemed to be pushing for an astonishing move, aiming to become the master of fate in this world.
Yet, though the thirty-seven Masked Emperors and others were challenging, in combat, they were still somewhat weaker than Xin Xichen and his companions.
Xin Xichen, a master of solutions, quickly deciphered their crude, primitive replicated cultivation techniques, forcing them to retreat step by step.
But in the end, it bought the Night Emperor a lot of time.
"This battle indeed brought forth a great hidden terror, but triggering it early is better than letting it grow silently in the dark."
The Shadow Devouring Dragon Emperor said in a bitter tone.
