This time, there was silence in front of the Imperial Pass.

On the desert, Meng Tianzheng stood quietly, looking at Tianyuan, with his back to the Imperial Pass. The evening wind blew, and his battle clothes clanked, but he still had fighting spirit in the sky.

However, his life is coming to an end. Under the bloody red glow like the setting sun, and in the sound of wind, he is spending his last days.

In a glorious battle, one person shocked all the supreme beings in the foreign land and created a peaceful world. At this time, no one dared to cross the abyss. This was a great deterrent.

Unfortunately, after reaching its peak of glory, it will fall into eternal darkness.

Meng Tianzheng stood motionless in front of Bianhuang.

His body seemed to be petrified, like a stone statue of the God of War.

"senior!"

"Don't die!"

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Chapter completed!