Looking at the desolate figure of the Nine-Yang Supreme, Marshall Morgan also sighed. A once supreme elder, a powerhouse who roamed the world, ended up like this, it was truly lamentable.
"Ten years, ten years!"
Marshall Morgan whispered.
In ten years, wanting to grow enough to contend with Martial Emperor Elias Voss was almost impossible, the difference was too great.
Now, his cultivation was only at the Great Martial Master Ninth Realm.
Above the Great Martial Master, there were Martial Lord, Martial King, Spirit God Third Realm, and above Spirit God Third Realm was Martial Emperor.
A whole six major realms of difference.
The gap was indeed far too wide.
"No matter how difficult it is, I will try my best. How would I know it's impossible if I don't try?"
Marshall Morgan's gaze showed a resolute expression.
Then he looked at Nolan Rhodes, who was still unconscious.
