In the control room, Fang Jinxiu and the others were dumbfoundedly watching the screen in front of them, watching the dazzling golden light on the screen, as if it was opening the heavens and splitting the earth, like a miraculous feat that could cleave all things.
At the same time, in Illusion City, almost a hundred billion people had already poured in.
The moment Tang Rao made his move, no one spoke, no one communicated, they just blankly stared at the scene in front of them, stunned.
Oh my god, this is Tang Rao, the legend of the Nine Realms and the Seventy-two Domains back then; now, he seems even more ferocious.
The Golden Dragon behind him, its attacks ripping through space, were too brutal.
"Boom!" Where the golden claw marks landed, those Heavenly Demons from beyond the realms were like wheat meeting a scythe, uniformly slashed, shattered, and turned into dust in the endless starry sky.
