After all, just now, when Qiu Duantian exploded, Old Jian and the others almost died, not to mention Old Tianyi, the eighth-level martial emperor.

"This time, it's really tragic."

I don’t know who it was, but at this moment, everyone sighed. Looking back, they looked at the few people and the ancient Yangcheng that had almost turned into ashes below, and were filled with lament.

In this war, the entire ancient city of Yanghua was ruined, and not many of the millions of people survived. The nearly 100 Martial Kings of various major forces survived, with only more than ten people left.

Such a tragic battle has never happened in the hundreds of years of history of the Dream Plain.

Just then

"Senior Su Xiuyi, you can save me, Peng Xiang, the worship of the Haotian Empire, just now, why didn't you take action?"

Uncle Liu Chen of the Haotian Empire said angrily to Su Xiuyi.

Just now Qiu Duantian exploded, and Su Xiu stopped him and rescued everyone from other sects, but missed his side of the Haotian Empire.

This directly led to the death of Peng Xiang, the worship of the Haotian Empire, on the spot, and Liu Chen was also seriously injured, the Xuanhai was destroyed, and his realm fell directly to the second level of the seventh level, and he could only stop there in his life.

This made Liu Chen extremely angry and unacceptable.

Su Xiuyi said lightly: "Jiu Duan instantly vented himself, and I didn't have time to react. I missed you in a hurry. Please forgive me."

His tone was plain. Although he said forgiveness, he showed no concern.
Chapter completed!