Amidst the tremors of the earth, the upheaval of aura.
The imperial dragon formed from Emperor's Aura instantly collapsed before these beings, no longer maintaining its former divine power.
"What is this?!"
Yang Mingli's eyes widened, as if an invisible hand gripped his throat, his chest heaving violently, unable to believe what he saw before him.
Back then, a single Southern Emperor had left them battered and nearly annihilated Glazed Prefecture, almost causing the entire Southern Continent to fall overnight.
But now, among these figures before him, there were many surpassing the Southern Emperor in strength; these cultivators with immortal demeanors were all beings that required the three to look up to.
Among them, the leading elders exuded a terrifying aura beyond comprehension.
"Primordial Chaos Great Luo Golden Immortal..."
