"Cough, cough..." The Purple-Robed Envoy spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes filled with despair.
A jade slip of emerald green suddenly appeared in his hand. "You forced my hand! Prepare to face the wrath of the Spirit Realm!"
Everyone's expressions tightened. They all knew what he intended to do and looked at him as though he were a fool.
"Superfluous!" Li Hengwen snorted coldly.
In an instant, the Purple-Robed Envoy felt his body slip beyond his control. No matter what he did, he could not activate the guiding jade slip in his hand that was meant to contact the Spirit Realm.
The other two Spirit Realm Envoys looked panicked. They were in the same situation.
They had never expected their final trump card to be seen through so easily.
Naturally. With the Nether River as a warning from the past, everyone present knew that each Spirit Realm Envoy possessed such an emerald-green jade slip.
They also knew what the jade slips were for, so how could they fail to make ample preparations beforehand?
With a beckoning gesture from Li Hengwen, the emerald-green jade slips in the three men's hands, along with their Storage Rings, all flew into his grasp.
Other than the clothes covering their bodies, the three now possessed nothing. Even if they had other means, they could no longer use them.
The Purple-Robed Envoy suddenly let out a shrill, miserable laugh. "Hahaha, so you knew all along! Yet we thought we had hidden it so well. How laughable—truly laughable!"
He had resigned himself to his fate. From the moment the Myriad Phenomena Domain army appeared, he had already accepted it.
The heavens were truly about to change.
Suddenly, as though recalling something, he began laughing madly again.
"No, the heavens have not changed yet."
"You are