"Hmm, it seems likely to emerge. It's said that this Great Primordial Tribulation will give birth to a Primordial Divine Spirit."
Li Yanlong nodded, his face unconsciously glowing with yearning and anticipation at the mention of "Primordial Divine Spirit."
Primordial Divine Spirit—an unparalleled existence that only exists in legends.
"It seems Ling Emperor will have a rival in the days to come."
The fiery red wolfman nodded, excitement brimming on his face. Only when a Great Tribulation looms can heroes emerge in their countless numbers.
Li Yanlong scanned the edge of the continent and frowned, asking, "Xiao Lang, where are the others?"
Hearing this, the fiery red wolfman, who was called Xiao Lang, replied, "Not sure. Maybe they're still on the way."
They were all old followers of Ling Emperor, lying dormant for countless eras, waiting for this very day.
Li Yanlong's frown deepened as he muttered, "Hopefully, it's just a delay on the road."
