Six powerful experts lay dead!
The Golden Bulwark Ox with golden blood, the Flaming Red Scorpion with nine shattered tails, the Dragon Sparrow shimmering in Five-colored Divine Light, the Tri-eyed Beast with its brow pierced, the mighty White Lion...
These formidable beings revealed their true forms: some as massive as small mountains, others with radiant beaks, while some spilled blood likened to flowing rivers, emitting holy brilliance—an utterly terrifying scene.
Such unparalleled champions, invincible and supreme, had fallen, more than half slain. Witnessing this would instill dread in anyone, for these were primordial-level peak existences.
Amid the colossal corpses and pools of golden blood, a lone youth stood—Shi Hao. He held a golden halberd, pointing it forward at an angle, his expression cold, his killing intent piercing the very clouds.
