Over the square, thousands of talented teenagers looked at the light in the sky, pale and full of despair and fear.

More than a dozen true Taoist strongmen are at the same time, attacking rapidly and avoiding unavoidably. In addition, each golden-winged ROC flutters its wings, and the strong wind and air flow alone is enough to tear rocks and cut gold and iron.

In the blink of an eye, the scream echoes in the whole space, and a flowing awn runs through it. It is a skull flying up, a broken limb, and blood viscera. It forms a chart of Thura blood, which dyes the ground scarlet.

At the...