"An Lan!"
"What are you trying to do?!" Seeing An Lan reach out to destroy Imperial Pass, True Dragon decisively blocked his path, but in a single exchange, An Lan sent the foremost of the Ten Fiends flying.
"That doesn't make sense!" True Dragon was stunned as he flew backward. Granted, fantasy worlds differed from technological worlds: their power output was not fixed, and explosive surges were possible.
But wasn't An Lan's surge a little too enormous?
He had abruptly transformed from a Peak Immortal King into someone even giants could barely stop. It was terrifying!
"Something's wrong with this An Lan!" Qin Tian, too, was stunned by the sight.
Was this still the An Lan he knew?
Wasn't he a little too strong?
"An Lan can't possibly possess this kind of power. If my guess is right..." Intricate, profound runes reflected in Qin Tian's pupils. He looked up at the heavens and divined the torrent of ages, clearly seeing a dark shadow traveling upstream from the future of the River of Time.
It was a great hand, radiating an unrivaled power that left one unable even to conceive of resisting.
Time rules blossomed in Qin Tian's pupils. Through that hand, he saw a figure seated upon an Emperor's Throne.
He was incomparably towering, seated upon a stone throne. His mere existence in that world seemed to crush endless time and space. The slightest outpouring of emperor power could open up worlds and shatter the firmament, boundless and endless, waves rising and dying. It was so vast that it felt unreal.
One of his hands crossed the River of Time, seemingly intent on traveling upstream through the ages to kill Shi Hao. This defied heaven, and no one could predict its consequences.
The entire ancient history would change, and the