The situation was as precarious as a pile of eggs, and Xu Yi was frantic with worry. Even with all his cunning, these Soul Sensing Ancestors were each deeply calculating. How could a few words from him sway them?
The Cloud Prisoner Formation was on the verge of collapse, and Qiu Wa and Xue Zihan were trapped in a hopeless situation. Xu Yi was so furious he was nearly mad, his heart roiling with alarm and rage.
Seeing the Fierce Rhinoceros about to charge at the Cloud Prisoner Formation again, Xu Yi suddenly rushed straight at it and roared, "Old Mu, if I die, you won't live either!"
Words couldn't drag the Ancestors into this, so Xu Yi had no choice but to put his own life on the line.
Frost billowed around Mu Shentong as he flew forward, hoping to stop Xu Yi. But Xu Yi flung out his hand, and a Heaven Heavenly Thunder Pearl shot out without warning, striking the Fierce Rhinoceros squarely in the back.
A deafening boom rang out. Mu Shentong's eyes nearly split with fury. He crossed his palms, and a vast mass of Killing Intent gathered into a storm, shielding Xu Yi from the front. He shouted, "War Son of Heaven, Fan Mo Ke, what are you waiting for? If I can't survive, none of you will fare any better! If we don't join forces, are we going to let it pick us off one by one? Do you really think you can wait another hundred years for Dark Mountain and the Boundary Stele?"
Mu Shentong's heart felt like bitter herbs planted in a field of bitter gourds: bitter piled on bitter. But he had to fight for his life. No matter how bitter or difficult it was, he had to step in.