Rescue

Kun Huang looked at the tragic beautiful figure now holding Xiao Yan's cooling body, at those eyes burning with madness and hatred, and could not help frowning slightly.

Kun Huang naturally did not care much about the hatred of someone about to die. Since his birth, and up to the point where he had become a Dou Saint, the geniuses and experts who had fallen by his hand over the past thousand years had long since become impossible to count.

If Kun Huang had to remember everyone who died by his hand, he would not need to do anything else in this life.

Xiao Yan was not the first, and Yao Wan would not be the last.

Kun Huang then ignored Yao Wan's hate-filled gaze and turned his head to glance at the collapsing sword mountains and the gradually shattering vortex of fiery rain.

The earth's tremors never stopped, and that impact drew ever closer.

Clearly, even the ancient deadly lands of the Wild Ancient Domain could not stop Dui Sheng's steps in the end. As a true mid-rank Dou Saint, once one reached Dui Sheng's level, the power of heaven and earth was in truth already very hard-pressed to limit their movements.

With the eight Dou Di breaking through space and leaving the Dou Qi Continent, in general, whether it was the experts born on the Dou Qi Continent or the power of heaven and earth itself, both had in fact ultimately shown an overall downward trend.

Dou Di could not be born, experts grew fewer and fewer, and ancient Inheritance Lands gradually fell apart. It was all like this.

The situation of the Spirit Devouring Clan was exactly the opposite. The weaker the power of heaven and earth became, the less it could stop their power from gradually