Twelve's heart-rending howl of despair did not turn into a Drift Bottle this time. Instead, it became an indescribable torrent of information that exploded directly between heaven and earth.
No one could withstand Twelve's howl. Even though the Heavenly Emperor Tai Hao had been sitting there watching all along, there was nothing he could do.
Beneath the cloud platform, the moment Qin Yang completely gathered up the distortion here and sealed the Authority of Ultimate Crookedness into the Bestowment of Divinity Book, another cloud platform appeared above him.
At the same time, a shrill howl brimming with despair exploded in his heart.
"Good sir, run! It's a trap!"
Almost instinctively, Qin Yang knew that it was Twelve's voice.
Yet before he could do anything, heaven and earth shifted, and the road behind him had already vanished.
The clouds ahead parted, revealing an ancient estate perched upon a cloud platform, tranquil amid its antiquity.
The estate gates slowly opened. Divine light transformed into a rainbow bridge, spreading from before the gates all the way to Qin Yang's feet.
Qin Yang's heart pounded wildly. In that instant, countless thoughts flashed through his mind.
Twelve was not Tai Hao himself.
This was a conspiracy.
The Heavenly Emperor Tai Hao himself was here now.
That bastard might never have left from beginning to end. He had been squatting here, watching, calmly observing the other High Priests fall.
But now, everything was already too late.
There was no way he could escape.
Simply by silently sealing off his retreat and bringing him here in an instant, Qin Yang knew that Tai Hao's strength surpassed his by far more than just a little.
Even if Tai Hao had fallen in ancient times and was no longer at his peak, he was still not someone an ordinary