Bone-Chilling!

Not only could they not protect the Human Race's fortune, even their own lives hung by a thread!

This was no exaggeration.

Li Tian understood Hongjun's intentions all too well:

Eradicating the Earthly Dao had long been a settled plan;

now that the time was ripe, how could Hongjun possibly stop?

What was more—Hongjun had long been burning with killing intent toward him, eager to get rid of him!

At that thought, the veins at Li Tian's temples throbbed wildly as anxiety scorched him from within.

Yet his message vanished like a stone sinking into the sea, without the slightest reply.

Most likely, the Three Corpses had already silently sealed off this stretch of space—

with Hongjun's meticulous nature, how could he have overlooked such a flaw?

He must have anticipated that as long as Pingxin did not come, Li Tian and the other two would be fish on the chopping block, left to his slaughter.

At this moment, they had fallen into a true dead end.

The taste of blood surged into Li Tian's throat. He swallowed it back, bitterness welling up in his heart:

If he had known this would happen, why had he not laid down a few more hidden moves back then?

Why had he not left himself a few more paths of retreat?

Now, trapped in a deathly situation, he possessed a bellyful of schemes yet could not even muster the slightest ability to strike back—

that helpless frustration hurt worse than his wounds.

Li Tian smashed a fist into the ground. His knuckles split, shattered rocks flew, and fury burned through his chest like molten lava.

He suddenly raised his head, his gaze fixed dead on the Three Corpses' next move high in the sky.

He knew perfectly well—their enemy would never tolerate them,