The Last Spark Left by the Golden Crow Lineage!

With one hand, he dragged Haotian, whose face was ashen and whose soul seemed scattered, straight back to the Human Race encampment.

From afar, the moment they saw Li Tian return, everyone immediately came out to greet him.

Xuanyuan, Zhuanxu, and Ying Zheng stood at the head of the group.

Seeing Haotian's dazed, desolate state, his vitality withered away, Li Tian merely waved a hand, signaling the guards to take him away and keep him under watch.

Earlier, Li Tian had already used a unique restriction to seal away all the divine power throughout Haotian's body.

With Li Tian's methods, even if Haotian exhausted every last ounce of strength to activate the Haotian Mirror, he would never be able to shake that seal in the slightest.

What was more—at that instant just now, Haotian's Primordial Spirit had been forcibly stripped of its Primordial Violet Qi.

Now, not only had he fallen from the ranks of the Heavenly Dao Saints, his cultivation had also plunged off a cliff: from the peak of the Quasi-Saint realm, all the way down to its initial stage. The aura within him was still steadily weakening, and he even showed faint signs of falling below the threshold of Quasi-Saint.

Li Tian saw at a glance that this man's Dao foundation had been destroyed. His regressing cultivation was only the surface; the truly fatal issue was the drying up of his origin and the collapse of his vitality. Without some fortuitous reversal, he likely would not last much longer.

This time, Haotian had truly lost even the pants off his back.

However, Li Tian and the Human Race's upper ranks had no intention of letting him die so easily.

Haotian's sins ran deep, but his mind contained the hidden secrets of the several hundred thousand years he