Desolate stood in the sky, bathed in the true blood of the Imperial Clan, like the reincarnation of a War God, a long roar stirred the winds and clouds from all directions!
His body was dazzling, shimmering with blinding brilliance, even his hair strands were crystal-clear, his gaze was like electric rays, making him appear exceptionally heroic.
Whiz, whiz, whiz!
The three remaining Imperial Clan experts arrived, confronting him, their expressions cold, filled with killing intent, and an uncontrollable rage.
Because, regardless of the outcome today, Desolate was destined to become famous in both realms, perhaps even inscribing his name in history. Just one person challenging four Imperial Clans and even killing one; what a brilliant accomplishment!
Yet they all became mere foils, even if they defeated him now, it would not be dramatic enough, three joining forces to win was inglorious!
"Kill!"
