Feng Changjian felt humiliation like never before. This was something he had never anticipated.
Wu Mingkong and the others had long since gone numb. They could even see that Feng Changjian's defeat had already been set in stone.
This Pure Yang avatar of his was as good as crippled, and it would inflict an unimaginably severe blow upon the foundation of his true body.
"Wu Mingkong, come aid me at once and stop Wu Mingyao!"
Suddenly, spiritual will pierced through the air, and Feng Changjian's voice exploded across the heavens.
Wu Mingkong and the others were all stunned, staring in disbelief without saying a word.
Feng Changjian had actually asked for help. Was he still that fierce man who had led them all the way through Sun Moon Valley without resistance?
A Pure Yang avatar of a tenth-turn Golden Immortal had actually cast aside his pride.
"Wu Mingkong, what are you waiting for? Help me immediately! As long as you stop Wu Mingyao, the Grand Elder's faction of Pure Yang Heaven will do everything in its power to help you ascend to the position of Imperial Son."
"You can't possibly fail to see it. You've already lost your qualifications, but Pure Yang Heaven can help you. You can rise above countless millions."
Before Wu Mingkong could speak, Feng Changjian spoke again. This time, his voice was incomparably urgent. Clearly, his situation was far from good.
Boom!
Wu Mingkong's mind went blank, and his whole body trembled.
At that moment, a different light appeared in his eyes.
Yet his indecisive nature left him in unbearable conflict.
"Your Highness!"
Kong Fang spoke, his voice heavy and his eyes filled with concern.
Wu Mingkong raised a trembling hand. His gaze kept sweeping between Wu Mingyao and Lin Xuan, countless thoughts churning within him.