After the old Divine Beast entered the cave, it continued to block the path with rocks as it advanced.
In this way, if the people behind wanted to catch up to him, that would be a matter of one to two thousand years later.
—The Cave of Creation had long since been dug out, so it was much deeper than the Cave of Death.
However, his speed was fast, and it wasn't long before he arrived at the bottom of the cave.
Ling Han was presently sitting cross-legged in the Pool of Creation.
A smile appeared on the old Divine Beast's face. He stretched out his right hand, and the Sword of Death had already appeared.
He was going to take advantage of this opportunity to deliver a sword strike to Ling Han, completely eliminating any future trouble.
This was disgraceful?
What a joke. When one had reached a height like he had, would he still care about honour?
Die!
The old Divine Beast charged out, his sword stabbing towards Ling Han.
