Sound the Rallying Horn!

Inside the cavern, Xiao Wuji had gravely wounded the two Saint Kings by burning his life force. The entire place fell silent.

Every powerful figure held their breath, not daring to move.

Xiao Wuji stood there, hunched over and covered in red hair, yet his imposing presence made everyone tremble with fear.

But his body began to crack like porcelain, countless fissures spreading across it. Red hair once again sprouted furiously from the cracks, and mouthfuls of Black Blood poured from his lips, staining the front of his clothes.

His strength had finally run out. His brief return to life had reached its limit.

"Father..."

Xiao Yang struggled to rise. Seeing his father's unsteady figure, his heart felt as though it were being cut by a knife.

His father was using his life to clear a path for him and buy him time.

"Yang'er..."

Xiao Wuji's voice had grown incredibly weak. He slowly turned and looked at Xiao Yang, his eyes full of tenderness and reluctance to part.

He shakily reached out to touch Xiao Yang's face, only to find that his arm was already beginning to vanish.

"Don't let him scare you! He's at the end of his rope. He's burned up his last drop of essence blood!"

The Golden Crow Clan's Saint King had also forced himself to his feet despite his grievous injuries.

He saw Xiao Wuji's condition at a glance, and greed once again gleamed in his eyes.

"Now's the best time to kill him and seize the Emperor Weapon and his source!"

The Golden Crow Clan's Saint King roared. He knew this was their last chance.

"Exactly! He can't hold on any longer!"

The Heavenly Swallowing Sparrow Saint King also struggled to his feet, despite his severe injuries. He climbed out of the pit, his