At this moment, if anyone provokes him, he will take their life!
"The empire's sun has not yet set!"
Violet's expression was indifferent as she lightly waved her rod, and moonlight transformed into a giant net, casting down on Rashal.
The Divine Descendant Hall, under the dusk, had become a battleground rich with the colors of the Divine Era.
The marble floor reflected the blood-colored sunset, and twelve pillars cast long shadows like giant fingers interlacing across the ground. Above the dome, thousands of glowing immortal crystals sparkled brightly, with the eternal starry sky witnessing the epic battle between the Wolf Clan and the Blood Clan.
High Priest Violet held a silver-white tin cane in her hand, her purple eyes reflecting two pools of clear mystical water, chanting scriptures of the Divine Arts, each syllable carrying the force to break through gold and stone.
Two races, two powers, meeting at the end of millennia in this hall.
