Upon suddenly hearing Yi Ao's words and sensing the enormous rumbling explosions from two distant directions again, Yi Lian's already taut mind jolted violently. A wave of fatigue suddenly enveloped his entire body.
As this exhaustion surged forth, the magical power within his already severely depleted Pill Sea abruptly stagnated. The magical power he had poured out with all his might was forcibly interrupted.
When he sensed this, the fear that should have risen in Yi Lian's heart failed to appear this time. Instead, his face relaxed.
He knew that this time, he truly could not escape this calamity.
He had thought that after becoming the disciple of a great expert from the Spirit Realm, his path of cultivation would become much smoother. Yet before he had even begun studying under his master, he had encountered such a perilous situation.
Sensing the countless skeletons around him still attacking relentlessly, fearless of death and jostling to strike first, he no longer had the slightest confidence in holding on.
Without the support of magical power, the Crimson mist surrounding him and the tiny fierce beasts immediately withdrew at high speed into the enormous Blood-red Banner Flag.
Without the fierce beasts protecting him, the skeleton army surrounding him, each radiating baleful energy and wielding a sharp blade, immediately converged on Yi Lian like a raging tide.
A sigh rose from Yi Lian's lips.
By this point, he no longer had even the strength to resist, and he seemed to have already sensed the breath of death.
Yi Lian's originally resolute face had now become very calm. There was not the slightest trace of fear in his expression, and with his gaze tranquil, he slowly closed his eyes.
At this moment, Yi Lian had no other thoughts. He merely waited for blade after icy