C2364 Third Battlefield

Xumi Buddha kept pinching his fingers, his expression becoming more and more solemn.

Root Buried God asked, "How is it?"

The eyes of the three old monks were all on the Myriad Territories.

"Some are rising, some are falling." Xumi Buddha said, his voice was as loud as a bell.

In the ten thousand realms, the chanting of the people, the howling of gods and demons