Ming Yan Mao was dragged into the black sphere of malice!
At that moment, countless eyes across the Human World turned toward it, filled with shock.
"He's actually still alive—and he's managed to hold Ming Yan Mao back!"
"Heavens, that's a supreme Ancient God Beast, one of the strongest beings in the Human World!"
"How did he become famous so recently, yet advance so rapidly?"
The powerful figures from every faction seemed unable to make sense of what they were seeing.
At that moment, the people of the world all lifted their heads. They couldn't see anything.
But they felt the endless terror bearing down on every heart vanish.
Someone had suppressed the terror.
Inside the black sphere of malice.
Ming Yan Mao was held fast by Li Zhiyi's hands, unable to move.
Her gaze was indifferent as she turned and stared straight at Li Zhiyi.
With innate contempt.
The next instant.
Terrifying malice flooded into Li Zhiyi's body. Ming Yan Mao parted her red lips slightly.
Her lips barely moved as a series of furtive, twisted voices poured into Li Zhiyi's ears.
At that moment.
Li Zhiyi narrowed his eyes. A familiar sensation washed over him.
The Rule of Malice!
"You think this general fears some so-called Rule of Malice?!"
Li Zhiyi spoke coldly. Golden light blazed from the will within him, and fifty-two Destruction Wills transformed into Blood Blades and pierced Ming Yan Mao's body.
A shrill scream rang from Ming Yan Mao's mouth.
In an instant.
The territory stretching tens of thousands of miles shook violently. Layers of space pressed against one another, emitting a groan as if they could bear no more.
Crack, crack, crack.
Countless fissures tore through the void, black veins spreading without end through the tremors.
At that moment, whether they were soldiers