"Hao'er, wh-what are you saying?"
Hearing Li Hao's murmur, Li Xiaoran shuddered. Then he saw the surrounding power converge, crushing wildly toward Li Hao's body.
That power gathered into a storm that shut him out. The sheer pressure of its gathering made him feel he could not approach.
At the center of that vortex of power, Li Hao blazed with golden light. His hair, which had regained its glossy black color, turned silver-white again, strand by strand.
As glossy black turned snow-white, his vitality seemed to fade with it.
Li Xiaoran stared, stunned, feeling as though all the blood in his body had frozen. He had guessed what Li Hao intended to do.
His lips parted slightly. He wanted to shout and stop him, but the words reached his lips and not a single one came out.
Was there any other hope?
No.
He could not hold back his tears. After all his years of striving without finding hope, he had never imagined that, in the end, a child would have to stake his life!
He looked toward Li Tianzong, who strode toward them like a Demon God, and cried in anguish, "Eldest Brother, please wake up! Your grandson has come to take you home!!"
Boom!
Li Tianzong answered by suddenly raising his fist. Like a black meteor trailing thick smoke, it smashed savagely toward the two of them.
At the same time, the demons surged toward them like a tide. Though the fist's force would clearly catch them as well, they still charged madly onward.
Li Xiaoran understood at once. The Mo River had already intervened and influenced everything before them. What they faced now was neither the demons nor Li Tianzong, but the Mo River itself!
The Mo River intended to use the demons and Li Tianzong to