Outside Dao Sky City, the smoke of battle had dissipated, but the gathered crowd of human warriors remained steadfast, for the godlike figure had no intention of departing either!
Everyone awaited the upcoming Saint Son's conquest with anticipation!
Meanwhile, Xiao Chen had already descended into the ancient city, alighting atop a grand Stone Que. The Twin Dragons' chariot was casually tethered to the peak of the Stone Que, its overwhelming dragon might preventing any warrior from daring to approach!
Within the Stone Que, Xiao Chen sat cross-legged, with flashes of lightning flickering in his hands. Strands of lightning darted through the surrounding void like tiny dragons, shifting between illusion and reality before continually merging into his body, bringing him a tingling sensation. That mysterious turtle shell, cracked and enigmatic, hovered mid-air, exuding an ancient and desolate aura.
