"They are merely a group of walking dead; they should have long been humbled," said Xu Zimei.
His right hand was raised, and the scattered power was converging within his body.
Emperor's majesty was vast, and countless threads of Profound Meanings twined around him.
The powerful pressure was like a roaring tsunami, suppressing the nine people opposite him.
The nine people opposite were equally unyielding.
Their bodies were engulfed in a blood aura; blood energy surged skywards, as if it intended to break out of this tomb.
It enveloped the entire firmament, confronting Xu Zimei.
Clad in a crimson robe, their sense of oppression was immense, the rustling of their clothes reverberated.
The figures of the nine soared into the air, leaving trails of blood in the vacuum before they disappeared.
The next moment, they appeared beside Xu Zimei and the Divine Emperor.
Every move they made was filled with a powerful surge of blood energy, tearing through the vacuum.
