"Peasant, behind me stands the Supreme Emperor Clan. Kill me, and the elders of my clan will see your entire nine generations wiped out!"
Above the sea of clouds, Zhao Yu was drenched in blood. Not only was his fleshly body grievously wounded, but his divine soul had also suffered severe damage. Crimson and nether azure blood flowed together as he exhausted every ounce of strength just to keep his body from falling apart.
At this moment, he was incomparably furious.
He had come to toy with a dog, yet who could have imagined that, in the end, he would be toyed with by a mountain cur instead?
The immense psychological gap made Zhao Yu's emotions explode, nearly driving him to collapse.
If possible, he truly wanted to rise up and kill his opponent in return.
However, the strength of the white-robed youth before him had already exceeded all imagination.
The other party merely stood there, yet the aura around him was already terrifying beyond measure. The Yin-Yang Force rooted in Zhao Yu's wounds was like peerless divine blades, nailing down every trace of divine radiance within him.
At this moment, let alone launching a counterattack from the brink of death, even barely staying alive felt incomparably difficult to him!
Netherflame Land was shrouded in dense, eerie mist. Though Demonic Flame surged up from underground, sending wisps of crimson radiance curling into the air, the place still seemed covered by a grim, chilling glow, brimming with a savage aura that made one deeply uncomfortable.
Zhao Yu was covered in blood, his body and soul both wounded. Crimson and nether azure light surged around him as he neared collapse.
Only his final shred of stubborn pride kept him from falling. He stared at Xiao Chen with furious, glaring eyes.
Yet at