The black fist slowly lifted and then fell again, smashing down onto the already devastated continent, shattering it into pieces.
Su Yie did not take action. His goal was to find the Gate of the Great Dao, and he did not want to cause unnecessary trouble.
He turned around and quickly disappeared into the depths of the starry sky.
As soon as he left, one after another, Innate Immortal Magic entities flew out from the continent, each glaring angrily upward.
"Who is it? Get out here!"
One of them, an old man with a dual-headed lion face, roared, his voice causing the surrounding debris and meteorites to turn to dust.
As his words fell, the black fist suddenly vanished.
Soon after, a figure appeared above, commanding and arrogant.
This person was none other than the Polar Emperor!
