"Reincarnation Emperor Lord!!!"
Galen, almost sprawled helplessly in the void, roared. His bloodshot eyes fixed on Li Yi, filled with bone-deep hatred. It would take him who knew how many years to recover from detonating his heart. Even if he did recover, his foundation would be damaged.
Unlike the Primordial World's cultivation paths, Galen's heart was—aside from his soul—the most important part of him. Its self-destruction had dealt him a devastating blow, far worse than an ordinary injury. Whether he would ever recover was now uncertain.
"Crack!"
A fissure suddenly split open beside Li Yi. A fair hand reached out and gently tore it wider, and the Main Body stepped through.
"It's him! It's actually him!"
Galen stared at the Main Body's cold, golden eyes, his expression filled with terror. Bone-chilling dread rose in his heart, and a dark gloom swallowed him. Cold sweat streamed down his cheeks.
A bitter smile tugged at his lips. He had never imagined Li Yi could summon such a being—the only existence in the Primordial World he truly feared. Now he was almost trapped with no way out.
"No! I can't fall here. I have to return to my original world and become the supreme being I once was!"
Like a ferocious beast cornered with nowhere to run, Galen let out a frenzied roar. Boundless holy light burst into flames around him, turning him into a blazing torch as he fled into the distance at a speed beyond light.
The Main Body's cold, golden eyes watched Galen's frantic escape without a flicker of emotion, as if he were no more than a struggling ant. The Main Body reached out with one fair hand, and in an instant a golden palm materialized above Galen, who had already shot thousands of billions of li away. It