"Live." Xia Hanzhou's voice rang out, heavy with conviction.
"He will slay every Ancient God Beast under heaven and turn this future around."
Yin Xue's body trembled.
"He isn't Chen Yan."
Yin Xue's eyes slowly closed, leaving only two narrow slits through which the golden light spilling from within could be glimpsed.
"He will be," Xia Hanzhou sent through the Life and Death Aura using a secret technique.
Yin Xue's body stiffened.
Suddenly!
The Malice World crashed down. A mist-shrouded Ancient God Beast split into countless arms and reached for Li Zhiyi. Twisted human faces surfaced on every arm as they lunged at him.
Ignoring Yin Xue, Xia Hanzhou transformed into a streak of spear-light and shot forward.
But Li Zhiyi didn't dodge or evade. He let the arms engulf him.
The next moment, Destruction Will surfaced across his body, like more than forty crimson flames, bursting forth again and again.
Before the million arms could touch his red robes, they turned to ash. A shrill wail rang out from within the Black Mist.
Li Zhiyi turned his palm downward. The entire mist condensed into a black bead the size of a fist, then crumpled under the force of his fingers.
A hundred miles of empty space collapsed into a black hole, swallowing every last remnant of Malice.
A colossal dragon body emerged from the Black Mist of Malice, coiling across the sky and earth.
It was the Dragon King, who had been trying to escape while the chance remained.
"What are you talking about?"
The enormous dragon head looked down on Li Zhiyi.
"The Human Race are born slaves to the Ancient Gods. You think a few words from you can turn reality around?
"Becoming an Ancient God Beast is ascension—the noblest evolution. Humans were born to be our