The third finger of the Golden-Winged Little Roc King was about to fall, and the atmosphere became suddenly murderous. The beast soldiers of the Roc Lineage were all full of fighting spirit, with eyes coldly looking at the Fusang Mountain Lineage, while the beast soldiers and the elders of the Fusang Mountain Lineage wore expressions of deep gravity, a hint of desolation mixed with sorrow. They knew that after this battle, regardless of victory or defeat, the Fusang Lineage would be thoroughly defeated.
One of the Eight Ancient Demon Veins, with a legacy spanning tens of thousands of years and a history of producing Golden Immortals, yet now, it was forced into such a desperate situation by a mere Foundation Establishment junior of the same Eight Ancient Demon Veins. This in itself made people feel hopeless.
