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The Heavenly Mountain, bathed in eternal justice and reverence, has fallen, which no one expected. But when it was born, Lesatos felt nothing but being pulled into the abyss of despair.

Lesatos struggled to fly, spell slots and spell-like spells exhausted, his viscera weakened from the excessive spitting of dragon breath, and his scales were stained with sulfur-smelling blood.

Leave! Leave! For the continuation of the dragon vein, get out of here!

The patriarch's roar still echoed in his ears, and Lysatos wondered why himself, was it because of his superior talent for spellcasting, that he should fight with his people to resist evil until the last drop of blood was shed, and not leave the plane like a coward.

Lezathos convinced himself that the continuation of the race was more important than blind glory, but he felt humiliated with each stirring of his broken wings.

Flying far enough, it has left the space blockade area, and it can teleport to the other world at any time. He turned his head and tried to seam the ruined homeland into his mind. The endless positive energy of the seven-layer heaven vibrated endlessly, and millions of Yakong Protoss flapped their wings, roared their last bolts of lightning, and then were drowned.

The three gods of heaven should have reached their limit, and if they were attacked to this extent, defeat had become inevitable. And in the second layer of the Seven Heavens, the golden paradise of Mochulia, in the majestic mountains that stretch to the end of the ground, the relatives, friends, and teachers of Lesatos are fighting. There is his blood, his home.

In the distance, two shadows larger than the mountains could be seen fighting. The winged platinum-gold dragon spewed out a rainbow dragon breath that cut through the sky, and his opponent, a humanoid supreme evil being, dodged the terrifying attack. Tens of thousands of evil beings were struck and instantly vaporized.

The humanoid raised his serpentine sword and laughed maniacally and slashed off the head of the platinum dragon god. In that instant, Lesatoth's soul was hollowed out, and hundreds of thousands of dragon groans full of grief and anger resounded through Mochulia, and blood and tears fell.

Resatos no longer attached to it, activated the magic props, and plunged headlong into the spiral-colored plane passage.