...Do you care?
For a moment Extreme Ancestor was speechless, yet he knew why the Rakshasa Ghost King denied it.
Earlier, the Rakshasa Ghost King's various maneuvers could still be called changing heaven and earth, shaking off the shackles of the witchcraft gods, and could still fool a few ambitious fellows into serving her. But once this moment, this matter, and this scene unfolded, who would dare associate with her? To call her the public enemy of this realm was by no means an exaggeration.
Yet the Rakshasa Ghost King's daring was remarkable after all, and she soon could not help praising:
"Rude though Canluona may be, his methods and boldness surpass those of the people within the domain by quite a few notches."
Extreme Ancestor let out two cold laughs, his gaze never leaving the afterglow spanning the horizon in the distance, his look nearly greedy.
Take one more look, for in the days to come, I fear there will be no more chances to look!
Canluona truly dared to do it!
As all things in heaven and earth thrive and live, which one does not depend on the sun?
Over the past decade or more of the demonic calamity, the calamity clouds obscuring the sun had already left wailing everywhere; now things were even better, as he directly smashed the sun down—could it be that he wanted to plunge the entire True Realm into eternal darkness?
Calamity clouds obscuring the sun could only be considered a "calamity," a trial; whereas the falling of the great sun was unquestionably "despair."
As Extreme Ancestor was pondering the various upcoming changes, he heard the sound of swords at his ear.
The Xuan Huang Sword Intent surged, somewhat difficult to suppress, likely related to the actions of Heavenly Monarch Yuanxu hundreds of