Ling Fei had not died, but his defeat dealt a heavy blow to the morale of the Imperial Alliance's emperors.
From the start of the competition until now, Ling Fei had long since become the heart and soul of their side. Seeing him defeated was something none of the emperors could accept.
Just how powerful was Ouyang Zehui? And what kind of existence was the Ancient Formation Clan behind him, that even Ling Fei was no match?
Their morale plummeted, pushing the already disadvantaged emperors of the Imperial Alliance into an even more passive position. The scales of battle had tilted completely toward the High-Level Heavenly Vault.
"Heh, see that? Even Ling Fei could only be defeated. That's the strength of the High-Level Heavenly Vault!"
"Not only will Ling Fei lose, all of you will lose. The High-Level Heavenly Vault is sure to win this battle!"
"Exactly. The Immortal King Battle was just a fluke. We won't give you another chance this time!"
The High-Level Heavenly Vault's side was riding high, laughing excitedly as they launched a relentless assault and tipped the balance even further.
Pfft!
Many Quasi-Immortal Emperors of the Imperial Alliance were sent spitting blood. Their Emperor Corpses, covered in cracks, tottered on the verge of collapse, liable to fall at any moment.
"I'll avenge you!" Ye Bufan helped Ling Fei onto a huge boulder in the Heavenly King Mountain Range and laid him down, speaking earnestly.
"Don't push yourself."
Ling Fei nodded weakly. He met Ye Bufan's eyes, and the latter gave a slight nod. "Don't worry. I understand."
Ye Bufan rose to his feet. His entire body erupted with boundless golden blood energy, vast as an ocean, spreading across the heavens and flooding the firmament.
"This man is that powerful?"
Ye Bufan's blood energy was so