After a long time, Wang Mang moved.

I saw him slowly stand up, his face no longer had the confusion he had just now but was full of indifference.

The next moment, he raised one hand.

In an instant, the slaughtered halberd suddenly appeared in his hand.

Holding the horde tightly, Wang Mang murmured calmly:

"It's actually like this, so let's start with the Nether Clan!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the extremely strong devouring road suddenly burst out from his body.

boom!

As the Moxiao Pavilion collapsed, Wang Mang's figure soared into the sky.

...

At this time, in the Nether City.

Many people gathered together to discuss something:

"By the way, why are the auras coming from the Mo Clan so familiar?"

"Isn't that the saint son of the Mo clan Wang Mang? It seems that the other one is from the leader of the Ming clan, right?"

"It's either the aura of those two."

"If that's the case, wouldn't the leader of the Nether tribe take action on the territory of the Mo tribe?"

"Although it's unlikely, it's almost impossible."

"I seem to remember that the Ming Ancestor just now came back with the clan leader?"

"After saying this, I seem to see it too!"

...

During the battle broke out in the Mo tribe, the aftermath that came out made people in the entire endless holy realm feel it.

Everyone was also speculating on what kind of battle the Mo tribe had.

This has also become a topic of discussion.

This scene is being staged in the streets and alleys throughout the world.
Chapter completed!