Clouds dispersed, and in the distant sky, a rainbow across the horizon appeared on the horizon, just like a seven-color bridge across the horizon!

The glaze of the South Palace appeared in the ruins. She looked around at the mess and her eyebrows wrinkled slightly.

The old man glanced around at the wounded monks in the devil's realm. Most of these monks are dying. It's only a matter of time if they don't die! The old man wrinkled his white eyebrows and asked, "Lord, what should these people do in the magic realm?"

There was a sinister smile on the glazed face of the Nangong Palace, and he said, "These...