The forgotten people downed their destruction without expression, and the half god of Heijiang struggled for life. The flood of judging hell came from both ends and was about to complete the intersection, and all life would usher in the final verdict. Since the birth of Heijiang Hell, perhaps there has never been such a moment of destruction. Every breath will have life falling, and every moment will have a magician dying.
However, on the battlefield of life and death, there are three people standing still at the same time. The roar of wind and thunder friction, the harsh distortion of time and space, the roaring of ice and fire, the despair and wailing of demigods, all the noises seem to be far away from them at this moment