The aura emanating from Shi Hao was incredibly terrifying, his entire being seemed ablaze, symbols of the road transformed into immortal flames, surging and dancing, his figure dazzling and brilliant.
At this moment, he trembled, the mix of sorrow and murderous intent clashing, with a sense of desolation arising.
Looking back into the distance, how many old friends have passed away? Once, he was still Little Stone, traversing a path filled with blood and chaos, from a young warrior to today's Quasi-Immortal Emperor.
It seems like just yesterday!
As of today, two million years have passed.
Boom!
In the distance, Little Stone charged forward, covered in blood, engaging in a bloody battle with the Fallen Immortal King, wounds scattered all over his body. He was truly strong, knocking down the old rulers.
Eight hundred old soldiers, some of whom collapsed in mid-air, turning into blood and bones, yet the living still followed the young man's side, charging alongside him.
