After the black dragon swallowed the dark beam, it exploded, dispelling the Heavenly Evil God's attack as well.
The figure in shattered battle armor reappeared before the Heavenly Evil God.
He grinned.
"That's nowhere near enough, Heavenly Evil God."
The Heavenly Evil God frowned.
"You're every bit as loathsome as the Undying Emperor was back then."
"Being loathsome to you sounds like high praise to me," Futu Yijing said with a smile.
"You?" the Heavenly Evil God scoffed. "I'd truly like to see who else your Great Thousand World has left now that the Undying Emperor has fallen."
"You look down on our Great Thousand World only because you believe no one here can reach that realm anymore." Futu Yijing smiled faintly.
During his Nirvana just now, he had already sensed that will.
The Heavenly Evil God's pupils contracted slightly, and his expression changed for the first time. He stared at Futu Yijing and said, "You actually know of that realm?"
"Saint Grade is the pinnacle of our Great Thousand World, yet beyond Saint Grade lies another vast expanse." Just then, a voice came from the horizon.
Everyone looked toward the source of the voice.
Two figures had appeared on the horizon.
There in the void, the two stood with their hands behind their backs, as unfathomable as deep pools and as imposing as mountains. Like pillars holding up the heavens, they could turn back raging tides and save the sky from falling.
Qin Tian and the others also gazed in shock at the two figures in the void. Then their bodies began trembling with excitement as they murmured, "The Flame Emperor and the Martial Ancestor!"
At the same time, the Flame Emperor's words had seized the attention of these Late Saint Grade experts.
They had all reached Late Saint