Crack, crack, crack!
The outside world.
Li Zhiyi sat cross-legged atop the golden dragon of will. Cracks spread across his physical body as it began to collapse.
His eyes were tightly shut. The power of will within his body was steadily going out, showing signs of scattering.
"You..."
The Eternal King cried out in shock as he looked at Li Zhiyi. He could sense that a great terror was taking shape inside him.
Beside him, the Blood Sword Saint, Chen Min, and the others stared at Li Zhiyi in shock.
"What went wrong?!" Chen Min asked, his voice anxious.
Yin Xue, the Yin Family's ancestor, who had remained silent until now, furrowed his brow.
Even he could sense that something was wrong with Li Zhiyi.
Yin Xue fell silent.
Was this why Li Zhiyi had withdrawn his troops?
He looked toward the rapidly approaching Malice World, his gaze fixed on the three-headed dragon shadow soaring through the clouds within it.
He gritted his teeth, then turned toward Xiaoyang City.
"If this won't work, then replace him!"
His voice carried out with Eighth Order power, reaching Xia Hanzhou.
But Xia Hanzhou did not reply.
Yin Xue's jaw tensed. His gaze was hard, yet he said nothing. His hands had already begun to tremble.
The Yin Family had always been a great lineage within Great Xia, and every generation had served in the Military Martial Guard.
Years ago, Yin Xue's eldest son had followed Lu Xunyang in an assault on Ji Prefecture and fallen in battle.
That time, Yin Xue had wept for three days, and his realm had fallen.
His last hope had rested with his daughter, Yin Qingshuang, and his grandson, Yin Youming.
Fortunately,
his daughter Yin Qingshuang had become a renowned powerhouse of the Eighth Order.
His grandson Yin