After some more time, more and more strong individuals will also emerge from the Taichu.
But now, what's most lacking is time.
"The ten-thousand-year deadline is getting closer, and Brother Lu Yang still hasn't returned." The Blood-clothed warrior was very worried.
Sun Wukong had already made it clear about the dangers in the Endless Abyss, the time was almost up, yet there was no news from Lu Yang.
The Blood-clothed warrior had already decided that regardless of whether Lu Yang returns or not, she must fulfill Lu Yang's wish and reclaim the Taichu Chaos.
"Ten thousand years, the barrier of Taichu should also dissipate." Sun Wukong slightly raised his head.
The entire Taichu Chaos was a scene of killing intent.
Everyone knew this day would come, everyone was prepared.
All the beings in the Taichu Chaos knew that if Taichu fell, they would either die or completely lose their freedom and be manipulated by others.
Therefore, they swore to defend the Taichu Chaos to the death.
