The thunder and lightning covered the skies in desolation, the black hole shrank continuously, eventually turning into a black dot and finally vanishing without a trace, transporting Tianlong Mo Luo to an unknown space-time.
"Saint Son!"
"Saint Son, how are you?"
The human kings, who reappeared, were all with hearts still pounding; the variable of encountering a powerhouse of the King's Stage Eight Realm was simply too great, exceeding their grasp!
Hum hum hum!
Regaining his composure, Xiao Chen waved his hand in front of him, and a buzzing sound arose. A silver-white triangular Void Path marker emerged from the ground and returned to his hand!
Densely packed patterns covered the triangular Array Disk, and to the naked eye, it was impossible to see just how many runes there were, layer upon layer. But now, this triangular marker had fine cracks covering it!
