"Once the killing formation is activated, it can never be stopped. And that place is within America's borders, inside the Mystic Domain. Even if we lead people there and force our way in now, America will stall us for them!"
Wei Zheng's eyes were bloodshot.
At that moment, the communication device in their hands rang.
America had sent a video call request!
Li Zhongyue's eyes were nearly splitting with rage as he pressed the accept button.
On the other end, America's ruler, Michael, sat leisurely on a sofa, his face full of a victor's arrogance.
"Ready to accept my gift? Great Xia will soon become a stray dog without an owner."
A confident smile appeared on Michael's face. The moment the killing formation activated, whatever prodigy, whatever Yang God Lord, would all vanish into smoke.
There would be only one powerful Lord in this world—him, Michael!
Li Zhongyue stared at him expressionlessly, his gaze deadly.
Fang Yi.
That one-in-ten-thousand peerless prodigy.
Would he really die?
A Messenger had accompanied him on this trip. They had all witnessed the Messenger's astonishing ability to return from death, and America was still unaware of it.
America had its own little schemes, but Great Xia was not necessarily at their mercy.
Even though he knew Fang Yi was very likely to be fine, Li Zhongyue could not help worrying as he watched Michael's assured expression.
What if...
Just in case...
What if Fang Yi really died...
He could not accept it. Fang Yi was Earth Star's future emperor. If he grew up, perhaps Earth Star would become one of the strongest in the entire universe.
He absolutely would not die.
Absolutely not.
"You're really that confident? You think a mere killing formation can kill our Yang God Lord? How naive!"
Li Zhongyue snapped.
Then