"This is bad!"
The white-haired old man's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly struck again with his sword in midair.
The sword rang out sharply, its sword aura shattered, and the old man was sent flying as though struck by a heavy blow, blood spraying from his mouth.
The giant eagle let out a piercing screech and soared into the sky. Its wings unleashed a sky full of lightning that shot toward the white-haired old man again, the violent bolts surging forth like lightning dragons.
"It's over!" Lightning rushed toward the white-haired old man, filling his eyes with despair. Then relief appeared on his exhausted face. "Perhaps it's for the best. I finally can't hold on anymore. Death is fine, too. It was only a matter of sooner or later!"
Ever since the mutant beasts invaded the Cloud Wasteland World, its martial artists had been fighting them.
But the strongest people in their world were only in the True Man Realm. How could they possibly stop Heaven-tier and shapeshifted grade mutant beasts? In a short time, continent after continent had been destroyed. All they could do was retreat, again and again.
By the time they retreated to the Blood-colored Continent, the powerful mutant beasts had stopped taking action.
The mutant beasts infected by evil energy alone were enough to leave them struggling to cope. Still, fortunately, they had held on, preserving their last continent as they fought the mutant beasts with their lives on the line.
The old man was named Cang Xuan, one of the Cloud Wasteland World's ten great True Man Realm experts.
Since the invasion, he had led his clansmen through battle after battle. Some of his companions had died fighting, while others had fled. Now, at last, he could no longer hold on.
*I'm tired. Let