Father Dao Loves Me, But There's Nothing I Can Do!

The moment Xuanxiao stepped out of the new space passage, a complaint tinged with weariness and resentment sounded by his ear.

"Dao Venerable, if you had come any later, I truly might not have been able to hold on."

Following the voice, Xuanxiao looked over, and his gaze paused slightly.

Luohu had long since lost even a trace of the majesty of a peerless Devil Venerable.

His tyrannical devil body was covered in dense, tortoise-shell cracks. The fissures crisscrossed his limbs and torso, Demonic Qi roiling chaotically throughout him, his origin unstable. He was in an utterly wretched state.

Most bizarrely, a layer of warm, pale Spirit Light lingered deep within his wounds, brimming with the power of vitality.

Yet that vitality followed the cracks in his devil body into his origin, ceaselessly eroding and dissolving the foundations of his Nirvana Devil Dao.

The Devil Race army on the battlefield below was in just as dire a predicament.

Countless treants, elves, ancient dragons, and Titan gods surrounded them in layer upon layer. The living beings of two worlds had poured out in full force, vast as the sea and without end.

Though the Devil Race was formidable, they were ultimately outnumbered. They were firmly suppressed by the endless allied forces, forced to retreat again and again as they struggled through bitter battle.

The Devil Race's war fortress, the Myriad Malevolent Demon Abyss, floated in the void, violently colliding and deadlocking with the world barriers of the two worlds. Devil light and World Spirit Light continually annihilated one another. Flames of war surged across the battlefield, and the void shuddered.

Xuanxiao smiled faintly and raised his hand. A streak of pure Primordial Spirit Light flew forth, landing precisely within Luohu's body.

Wherever the Spirit Light passed, the pale vitality clinging stubbornly