C680 The Trump Card of Zong Yu

In the air, immortal energy surged. It was like an army of a thousand horses trampling over mountains and rivers, causing the earth to rumble as if it was running.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the first of the eight gates suddenly bloomed with an endless black hole. The black hole spun in the air, devouring everything in its path as it exploded with terrifying immortal energy