With the roar of "Ghost Race remnants" erupting across the entire Pangu Continent, the epic battle on the Moon began!
In the depths of [God]'s eyes, there was no joy or sorrow, as if just witnessing a trivial matter.
For so many epochs, he had always played the role of the mastermind, yet now he was dragged into the open, cursed by a swarm of ants—could this not also be a conceptual attack?
No one knew his true thoughts.
He said flatly: [What use is it to indulge in mere words?]
[As long as the entire Pangu Continent is slaughtered, the identity of the Ghost Race will naturally vanish into nothingness.]
But, his aura was expanding, his whole body emanating black light, a terrifying aura of slaughter accumulated over multiple epochs!
From the Pangu Continent, if viewed through a telescope, one would find the moon turning black, tinged with deep red in an instant.
