The End

Yu Yuanzhen, Ning Zhenyuan, and the others were ashen-faced.

If the continent was destroyed, their clan and loved ones would cease to exist.

The madness in Asura God's eyes grew even stronger.

"Yu Xiaoheng, did you not want to protect your clan?"

"Did you not want to change this world?"

"Now, This Seat gives you two choices."

"First, surrender without resistance and return with us to the God Realm to stand trial. This Seat will spare this continent."

"Second, keep resisting, and then watch your father, your clan, and every living being on this continent go to hell with This Seat!"

Asura God used the continent's survival to force Yu Xiaoheng to lower his head.

Yu Xiaoheng stood in the void, looking at Asura God, who seemed to have gone mad, and cursed inwardly.

He really is a mad dog backed into a corner.

He was not someone with boundless love or lofty righteousness. He merely regarded the empire and surrendered forces as tools of rule; as for the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, most of his protection came from blood ties.

If he had been all alone, he could simply have left and gone to the depths of the starry sky in pursuit of power.

But he absolutely did not want the foundation he had built over five years to be destroyed in one stroke.

Nor did he want Yu Yuanzhen and those who trusted him to die such a stifled, humiliating death.

The atmosphere in the sky grew unbearably oppressive.

The gods stared at Yu Xiaoheng, waiting for his choice.

Below, the Soul Masters raised their heads, despair mixed with hope, their fate hanging entirely on a single thought from him.

"Xiaoheng, don't worry about us!"

Yu Yuanzhen shouted sternly.

"The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan has no