Han Yu had been cornered by a Heavenly Being who had personally entered the fray.
The news hung over the cultivators of the Central Continent like a dark cloud.
Quan Xiaotong's face was clouded with despair. No matter how much faith he had in Han Yu, he still couldn't help worrying about the situation Han Yu now faced against a Heavenly Being.
After all, they were beings capable of contending with the Heavenly Dao. No ordinary cultivator could match them.
Tracing things back to their origins, they were the very founders of cultivation.
By facing someone like that, Han Yu had come up against the highest level of power in this world—without question.
"Still, it's only a clone..."
Ling Wuce had wanted to offer a few words of comfort, but when he saw that even Yin Mang and Wuxian, who hailed from the two opposing factions, wore such grim expressions, he couldn't bring himself to continue.
Those from the two factions understood better than anyone how terrifying the Heavenly Beings were. Ever since they had returned, both sides had looked miserable from start to finish.
Now a day and a night had passed, and still no news had come.
So Yin Mang's first thought was that Han Yu had already died.
If Han Yu had died, the Central Continent would probably be doomed too.
According to his guess, the Heavenly Dao's great affection for a single cultivator meant it had likely made a huge move. If so, the Heavenly Dao itself was probably in serious trouble.
That was the most fatal part.
In that case, they would be dragged down with it.
After everything had gone this far, those monsters on both sides certainly wouldn't spare them.
Wuxian felt utterly hopeless. No one was more miserable than he was.
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