In front of the temple, countless people and monsters were staring at the sky.
Everyone was worried.
Everyone has great respect for the Holy King.
He was able to fight with the master of the temple for such a long time.
How awesome is that?
Although the master of the temple is just a broken will, he is the founder of the continent after all. It is said that he is a powerful person in the realm of the first god.
Well, one is at the Half-Step Initial God Realm, and the other is at the Pseudo Initial God Realm. It is normal that the two can fight like this.
The sky was dark and the sun and moon had no light.
Occasionally, meteor showers fall from the sky.
The thunder never stopped.
I don't know how long the battle lasted.
Suddenly, a dark shadow fell from the sky.
As it got closer, everyone finally saw clearly that it was the Holy King.
Then, the man in golden armor came down with his gun in hand and landed in front of the temple first.
Bang!
It was not until this time that the Holy King landed in the desert not far away.
Like a nuclear explosion, countless yellow dust rushed into the sky, reaching thousands of meters.
A deep pit the size of ten football fields was dug up on the ground, with no bottom in sight.
There are volcanoes erupting from below.
Everyone was ashamed.
Everyone in the demon tribe was terrified.
The Holy King has fallen?
Oh my god, where is the hope for the demon race?
Can everyone escape unscathed today?
They were scared.
But the cultivators of the human race were particularly excited.
If the Holy King died, it would naturally be the best outcome for them.
The power on the mainland has actually always maintained a balance.
The Holy King is the most uncertain factor. If he dies, the continent will be peaceful.
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