Whoosh!
Chen Ping'an's fleeing light cut across the sky like a blazing sun, Spiritual Light crisscrossing as he shot straight toward the distant palace.
Watching the fleeing light depart, the Azure Cang Prince's face was weathered, his skin withered and shriveled, his body covered in deep brown age spots.
Moved, he lifted his face to the sky and let out a long sigh.
"Brother Zhiyan, this prince has not failed the charge you entrusted to me. Qingyu, she..."
The Azure Cang Prince's murmured words were not yet finished when they were thrown into disorder by a bout of breathlessness. All those many words turned into thoughts, left only within his mind.
His current state was already close to decay, beyond all medicine. The only reason that kept him holding on was that he wanted to see the moment when righteousness and legitimacy, and the great seat of Prince, were truly made clear.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
At the Biling Mountain palace, within the continuous stretch of palace halls, explosions rang out burst after burst, countless strands of Spiritual Light intersecting in dazzling brilliance.
Inside and outside the palace, the sounds of slaughter filled the air, the chaotic battle unending.
Those fighting together were not merely those few Celestial powerhouses; there were also all manner of trusted followers vying against one another, tilting the weights upon the scales.
"Elder Dou, stop struggling."
Clan Elder's robes and hair snapped in the air like a mad lion dancing wildly, Spiritual Light crisscrossing as Black Horn sound waves roared and shook.
Before him, Elder Dou's face was ashen, his figure stumbling as he drove the Feather Fan, which was as large as a palace tower, to defend with difficulty.
At this moment, he was already at the end of one's strength, unable to keep going.