"Are you all ready???"
"Ready!!!"
"Swear to defend our homeland!!!!"
"Sharpen my battle sword, and slay the demons across the Nine Heavens, making them vanish into thin air!!!"
Under the endless starry sky, Ten Thousand Races gathered here, to defy fate, to slay demons.
These scenes flashed rapidly through Mo Tian's mind, and the one that remained unforgettable was the unparalleled figure in white clothes, proud and invincible.
"This...This..."
Mo Tian saw the Creation Emperor Sword, already too excited to speak.
"I know what you're thinking, don't say it, it's not the time yet!!!"
At this moment, Little White secretly transmitted his voice to Mo Tian.
No wonder Mo Tian felt a familiarity from Little White, and wasn't afraid of his pressure, even called him Little Emperor, it truly was him.
"Is it you, Lord???"
