Journey to the West: Sun Wukong's Advice System

"Supreme, save me!" Facing the sudden assault of the blood fog, the other Saint Emperors were too slow to dodge and cried out in panic for help.

"Hmph!" Wang Bing snorted coldly, and the blood fog was immediately contained and isolated, no longer drifting outward by even a hair’s breadth.

Soon, the blood fog reversed its flow back into the Ancestral Dragon’s body.

"Crack!"

Accompanied by a crisp sound, the Ancestral Dragon’s strength advanced further.

Saint Emperor’s pinnacle!

Wang Bing’s expression wasn’t very good, not because the Ancestral Dragon’s strength had improved so rapidly, but because the ancient blood pool had dried up...

It was said that this blood pool had existed since the Secret Forces first appeared.

And the existence of the Secret Forces could even be traced back to the very source of all epochs.

Now that the blood pool had dried up, as a Supreme, Wang Bing was somewhat flustered.