The voice was not loud, yet it clearly reached every person's ears, like the morning bell and evening drum.
"Hmm? World Lord?"
"What big job is this?"
Everyone looked at Lu Chen. Sensing the increasingly unfathomable aura around him, vast as the Cosmic Abyss, they felt awe in their hearts, but grew excited at the same time.
If the World Lord said there was a big job, then it was definitely going to be a grand occasion!
Lu Chen briefly explained that the Fallen Dust Alliance's army was bearing down on them.
"What?! Ten billion troops? All Eight Overlords are here?!"
"Hahaha! They came at just the right time! I can finally test how fierce this peak Quasi-Saint power of mine is!"
The moment Sun Wukong heard this, he leaped to his feet. With the Golden Cudgel resting on his shoulder, he scratched his ears and cheeks, every hair on his body standing on end with excitement.
He felt as if he had endless strength in him, and had been worrying about where to vent it!
"Hmph! A bunch of worthless rabble, and they dare violate the might of my Borderless Heaven? This is perfect—we'll settle them all at once!"
Yang Jian let out a cold snort. The Celestial Eye between his brows opened and closed, shooting out flashes of cold light. The Three-Pointed Double-Edged Halberd in his hand hummed and trembled, his battle intent soaring.
"Kill! Kill them until not a single one is left standing!"
Nezha stood on the Wind Fire Wheels, Fire-Tipped Spear in hand, while the Universe Ring stirred of its own accord despite the lack of wind. His little face was filled with a battle-mad fervor. Having just broken through, he was itching for a fight!
Ao Bing, the God of Willow, Geng Xiangjin, and