The newcomer was indeed the Martial Ancestor, tall and stalwart with black hair cascading like a waterfall, bursting with heroic spirit.
At this moment, he had fully recovered to his peak state, a young and vibrant body, shimmering with a bronze treasure-light, containing endless Divine Power.
Martial Ancestor stood there quietly, like an insurmountable great mountain, majestic beyond compare, seemingly demanding reverence.
Martial Ancestor looked like a man in his twenties, his eyes sharp as lightning, no longer bearing the peculiar appearance of when he was an Evil Corpse.
Facing the three Supreme Ancestor Gods directly, he showed neither fear nor spoke a word, stepping on the void, he approached the three Supreme Ancestor Gods in one step.
"Bang"
The three Supreme Ancestor Gods had eyes cold as ice caves, six divine radiances shot from their pupils, possessing unimaginable destructive power.
