"You!" The Celestials Clan Dao Protector retreated, primal chaos emerging, his chest stained with blood, carrying serious wounds. The most shocking of all was the horn on the ground, smeared with blood and emitting a dark glow.
This was his exceptional Great Divine Power, with this bull horn capable of splitting the heavens, slashing down the sun, moon, and stars, but now it has been forcefully broken, extremely terrifying.
With a single sentence from the Peacock Divine Lord, "You are already old," the Dao Protector's chest heaved violently, filled with an unwilling anger!
"Since ancient times, beauties lament over the twilight years, forbidding heroes from being seen with white hair." The Peacock Divine Lord spoke softly. It was an understanding as much as it was helplessness; he too thought of the day when it'd be his turn.
Because, at their level of existence, they finally understood, no matter how strong one is, there would ultimately come a day of decay.
