Ling Han began his final journey.
He entered the Primitive Abyss and took the lead. Behind him was the empress, the large black dog, Ding Shu and so on. All of them were Pseudo-Emperors, and there was no shortage of Great Emperor-level battle prowess among them.
This kind of lineup could no longer be described as luxurious. It was practically extravagant.
As they journeyed, they naturally passed by the Dragon Head City and the like.
However, there was no sign of the Divine Beast Great Emperors.
Were they all hiding somewhere, or had they not been revived?
Ling Han was unconcerned. His cultivation level was already close to the peak stage of the fourth tier. The Divine Beast Great Emperor might not be like an ant in front of him, but they really could not be considered a match for him.
They continued to advance, and there was no need for them to hide their tracks at all. They travelled openly and aboveboard.
