"Spare... me... I... beg..."
Ding Tao Ming wished he could die that instant. Enduring indescribable agony, he forced out his words to Xu Yi in broken gasps.
Xu Yi stopped the torture spell again and stared at him with vacant eyes. Ding Tao Ming steeled himself and bit off a small piece of his tongue, struggling to rally his spirits. In a hoarse voice, he said, "Upper Clarity Yuan Monarch crushed his Life Tablet. The other two of the Three Great Yuan Monarchs, and the Demon Hunting Squad, must have received the message and be rushing here. Lord Yiling, you should run."
Ding Tao Ming had never shed a tear in his life, nor had he ever put himself in anyone else's shoes.
But now, he sincerely wanted what was best for Xu Yi. The thought alone made his eyes sting with tears.
He felt wronged—truly, to the depths of his heart.
He had never imagined that one day he would be sincerely thrilled just to win the chance to say a single sentence, or that he would receive looks of boundless reverence from Zhang Chulan and the other Dharma Kings.
What the hell was this?!
Why had such suffering come down upon him?
Ding Tao Ming had barely finished speaking when two figures tore through the sky and hurtled over. Both wore golden armor and held strange talismans, their imposing presence unmistakable. They were none other than the other two of the Three Great Yuan Monarchs: Upper Clarity Yuan Monarch and Inspiration Yuan Monarch.
"Ha! What rat dares to run wild and rampage through the Great World of Northern Continent?!"
Upper Clarity Yuan Monarch's face was haughty, his voice as cold as an icy gale.
Xu Yi glanced at him but said nothing. He was building up his power,