The powerful cultivators engaged in fierce combat below could no longer even stand in mid-air, and one after another, they plummeted toward the ground.
The Four-legged Divine Dragon's expression shifted drastically. Knowing it was already impossible to stop the unfolding events, it hurriedly shouted to Moyang, "Kid, retreat at once! Get back as far as you can!"
That condensed phantom was the lingering will of the Jiang Family's ancestor—the true master of the killing Emperor Sword.
Chapter 441