Life burst forth in fury, the one-armed elder and others perished, their paths scattered.
The desert was silent; on the walls of Emperor Pass City, a group of children sat on the ground in despair, tears streaming, crying loudly.
But, none of this would change according to their will; dead is dead, never to return.
"Grandpa!"
The tender cries of a group of children made the eyes of many on the walls of Emperor Pass City glisten with tears, watching the old, weak, sick, and disabled make a tragic exit, their hearts wrenched.
A distant bell chimed, the Gold-Backed Old Ox moved again, stepping forward, pulling the ancient war chariot, moving toward the Sky Abyss.
Within the war chariot, a realm of primal chaos resided, unclear to see, only a hand stretched out, still holding the Primitive Emperor City!
Anlan unparalleled, his battle power shook the ancient and illuminated the present, lifting the city, his glowing palm advancing across the Sky Abyss area.
