"Everyone's dead..."
At one moment, when in the sky above, the figures of a group of Ancient Kings were all extinguished into blood mist.
Finally, the crowd suddenly became silent, their hearts all shaken, unable to calm down.
In the past, those high above Ancient Kings, now, almost unexpectedly, died at the hands of the same person.
"His Divine Status is about to be successfully condensed!"
Many people's gaze was now completely focused on Mo Wangchen, who at the moment, had his eyes tightly closed, sitting cross-legged on the spot.
Above his forehead, a large patch of cold sweat emerged, his eyebrows deeply furrowed, seemingly in great discomfort.
Inside his body, an extremely fierce aura was steadily growing larger; by now, his Spirit Sea was already covered with dawn light.
That piece of Divine Status was just a hair's breadth away from complete formation.
