C367 Before the Final Battle

"God, the soul?" When Murong Zhen said this, everyone was in an uproar. Everyone had different expressions on their faces, but all of them revealed deep admiration. It was a kind of worship and respect for the strong, as well as yearning and longing for the supreme Great Dao.

As Ye Po continued to pour his courage into the tree, the tree branches that were tangled up became thicker and thicker