"Bang" shattered the dark fog, but the giant hand trembled continuously.
Swipe Swipe Swipe
Seven Otherworldly Ancestral Gods flew out from a spatial passageway, escaping the Curse World. Two of them were severely injured, their bodies nearly collapsing, while an eighth vanished altogether, heavy blood mist drifting — their fate easily imaginable.
Just a moment ago, they were subjected to a mysterious attack, and couldn't make out their enemy. Shock painted the faces of the seven.
In the Eternal Unknown Place, that Supreme Ancestor God, rigid as a fossil, retracted the giant hand he had stretched out. Five blood beads oozed out from the tips of his fingers, sinister red and oddly captivating, filled with demonic power.
"The ancient relics of the Heavenly beings..." he merely uttered these five words.
In another direction, a tranquil Supreme Ancestor God said, "The weakest historical civilization is just the surface, I have a foreboding feeling..."
