Lao Huang's speed was fast, but the powerful warriors of the Wilderness tribe pursued relentlessly, with more and more joining the chase.
In the end, they were trapped on a plain.
The sky was a bloody red, with neither sun nor moon, as if they had reached the end of the world.
This plain was also quite strange. The deeper one went, the more terrifying the power felt. A force had settled here, heavy as Mount Tai.
It was because of this force that Lao Huang's speed was impeded.
The powerful warriors of the Wilderness tribe caught up, surrounding one person and one ox.
They were strong, most of them sixth-order warriors, their aura fluctuations oppressive.
Guang Xiaoyu showed panic. "Lao Huang, can we still run?"
Lao Huang shook his head.
It's over! Am I, the great Demon Emperor, really going to fall at the hands of a bunch of minor Divine Kings?
