The power was drawing closer step by step, and all the Divine Spirits preparing to leave halted in their tracks.
They watched in terror toward that direction, motionless.
Xu Zimei, donning the War God's Armor, walked step by step out of the tomb.
Outside the tomb, the Divine Emperor lay in a blood pool, heavily wounded and gasping for breath.
"You," the Divine Emperor looked at Xu Zimei, only the silhouette imposing.
An unassuming stature, yet one that seemed unreachable.
"Leave the rest to me," Xu Zimei patted his shoulder.
Infusing a wisp of Life Energy into the Divine Emperor's body.
Both the Divine Emperor and he were just getting started as Great Emperors.
And that Fire God, had at least reached the fourth level of a Great Emperor, the Realm of Life and Death.
The Divine Emperor was no match for his opponent, which he had anticipated.
In the turbulent Ruins of the Gods.
