Seeing Trollo retreat, covered in blood, all the living beings of the Myriad Worlds couldn't help drawing in a sharp breath.
Trollo was a Quasi-Immortal Emperor, one of the peak powerhouses of the Myriad Worlds. What on earth had happened in the Boundless Star Desert that even a Quasi-Immortal Emperor couldn't suppress it—and had nearly cost him his life, leaving him wounded?
Soon, Immortal King Realm powerhouses from all over arrived one after another. They stood far away and watched, not daring to approach.
The upheaval in the Boundless Star Desert was beyond their wildest imaginings. Even Trollo had been wounded. Going in would be nothing but suicide.
"Lord Elf Sacred Emperor, are you all right?" an Immortal King asked.
"I'm fine. Cough, cough..."
Trollo waved a hand, about to indicate that he was all right, when he suddenly coughed up blood. His face turned deathly pale, and a terrifying dark energy emanated from his Emperor Corpse, eating away at him from the inside out.
"Damn it!" Trollo's face darkened, deep apprehension flashing in his Imperial eyes.
He formed seals with both hands. Countless Great Dao Runes surged around him, and imperial light blazed as he tried to purge the erosive force inside him. But to his shock, even with his cultivation, he couldn't drive it out. All he could do was slow its advance!
"Elven Sacred Art!"
Trollo refused to accept it. With a furious shout, his Imperial Might shook the eternal starry sky. He summoned the Elf Race's sacred art, hoping to cleanse the force outright.
But terrifyingly, even that wasn't enough. The dark power that had invaded his body was truly fearsome.
"Cough, cough, cough..."
Trollo kept coughing up mouthfuls of blood. His face grew paler and paler, his body hunched over and swaying as if he