All forces, things, and dharma were wiped out at this moment.

Even the Great Emperor was knocked back.

The Changshou Holy Emperor is guarding this ancient ruins alone, and the power of the Holy Emperor in his body is faintly shaking.

When the aftermath dissipated, all living creatures looked up.

There seemed to be a few cracks on the white clothes.

But there was a person, half-kneeling in front of the white clothes.

An Luo's arm was filled with blood that fell into the Wanling Knife and was devoured by the Wanling Knife.

"You are not weak, just retreat. For the sake of Emperor Killing, I will leave you a way to survive."

A figure appeared in front of An Luo.

An Luo raised his eyes and stared at the contenders with twelve dragon wings and red hair.

"I don't want to kill!"

Her voice was indifferent, and she stood up slowly, her clothes stained with blood.
Chapter completed!