Lu Hong swept his gaze over the prostrate Domoco army at his feet, fixating on the Gold Tiger.
It was as if an invisible sword had pierced into Gold Tiger's chest.
The Gold Tiger general felt a chill as death seemed to envelop his heart.
How could he be so strong? Gold Tiger's face went pale, a bitter and indescribable feeling welling up within him.
The most powerful Tower Master of the empire had vanished mysteriously, and the rise of the Domoco plane seemed unstoppable in Gold Tiger's eyes. However, the Emperor of Domoco was worthless; he had secretly reached an agreement with the prime minister. It wasn't easy to persuade the Emperor to rise up and establish his own dynasty. Just as envisioned, the empire also fell into deep trouble. According to Gold Tiger's plan, Domoco would have integrated the four planes and formed another powerful human dynasty, and he himself would have reached the pinnacle of power.
