Haotian! You Have the Audacity to Mention Blood Ties?

The moment Haotian's incarnation descended, the atmosphere across the battlefield changed completely.

"Your Majesty! It's Your Majesty!"

"His Majesty has arrived! We're saved!"

Those Heavenly soldiers and generals who had already been routed, fleeing in blind panic, seemed to find their backbone upon seeing that towering figure clad in the Nine Dragons imperial robe. Tears of excitement filled their eyes as hope flared anew. One after another, they dropped to their knees and cried out long live the emperor.

In contrast, the hearts of the Plum Mountain army, Fire Spirit Holy Mother, and the others sank.

The pressure from a Saint was like invisible shackles, pinning them firmly in place. Even moving a single finger was incomparably difficult. They could only watch helplessly as Yang Jian faced that abyssal, sea-deep terror alone.

"Second Brother!"

Yang Chan's little face was deathly pale. She desperately tried to activate the Lotus Lantern, only to discover that under the Saint's pressure, her magical power could not circulate at all.

Fire Spirit Holy Mother's lovely face was equally grave. She stared fixedly at that figure, her heart filled with powerlessness. So this is a Saint? Merely an incarnation, and it has already left us unable to even think of resisting.

At the center of that pressure, Yang Jian, who faced Haotian's incarnation head-on, endured a burden countless times greater than everyone else's.

He felt as though he were carrying the entire Primordial World on his back. Every inch of bone, every drop of blood, groaned and wailed. That Quasi-Saint body, forged through the Nine Revolutions Profound Skill and unmatched in strength, was now covered in fine cracks.

A Saint's incarnation truly was terrifying beyond measure!

Yet the agony of his body could not suppress the towering fury in his heart in the slightest.

Haotian!

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