sterious, profound.And abnormally cold!Just like an ancient Demon Lord, overlooking the ants of mortals!“That... That's it! The Eye of the End!”Mohu Luo saw Jun Xiaoyao's eyes, which were glowing with...From the very beginning, the Fallen Feather Holy Child arrived in Baiwang City.

No one could have predicted this situation.

Among the thoughts of these earth-born creatures, the most likely scenario is that the Fallen Feather Holy Son crushes Jun Xiaoyao.

At the very least, it can still maintain an advantage.

After all, the prestige of Ten Xiaowang has been deeply ingrained in the minds of every creature born from the burial grounds.

Ten Xiao Wang represents unparalleled talent and unmatched strength.

But now, reality slapped the Burial Spirit hard.

As it turns out, the so-called invincibility of talent is only relative.That number is simply uncountable, at least in the billions."Those are all the targets slain by the Ghost Nation across these eras."His ancestor, a venerable figure with a hidden lineage, gazed upon t...