America.
The Black Palace was brightly lit. As the seat of power for a superpower, it had been occupied by countless people.
But Michael was certain that he would be the one to stay here the longest—and the last.
At that moment.
The Lords stationed outside the Black Palace raised their heads in astonishment. They sensed it... a powerful existence was breaking through within the Mystic Domain.
Golden light pierced heaven and earth, tore through the sky, and crushed everything in its path!
"Is it the Yang God Lord?"
At that moment, a Lord in a suit inside the Black Palace lifted his head. His gaze shifted as he stared fixedly at the skies above the Mystic Domain.
He had broken through to the Fourth Realm?
At that moment, everyone was horrified and terrified, but they quickly calmed down.
"Those existences are inside the Mystic Domain. Even if he has broken through, there's no way he can escape their methods. That killing formation was condensed from the military souls of an ancient battlefield. Even a monster like the Yang God Lord can only die in there."
At the same time,
Inside the conference room, the expressions of the Lord of Light and the Raging Sea Lord changed in succession.
"He actually broke through? Was it because the previous battle had depleted his spiritual energy?"
Michael touched his neck. A suffocating sensation surrounded him, and he had an ominous premonition.
In just a few seconds,
Fine beads of sweat had appeared on the back of his neck... cold sweat brought out by fear.
But the next moment, his expression changed and gradually became resolute.
"We have already formed a partnership with that person. Even the Emperor of the future will not be able to shake our alliance."
"So what if he