At the end of the day, Evil God Moro was merely his defeated opponent. Perhaps the two of them had never even stood on the same level; the gulf between them could not have been more glaring.
"Ancestor, the Sky Origin Dynasty is on the brink of destruction. This unfilial junior has returned from Chaos Town today, and only then did I exhaust every means to break this formation."
"I ask Ancestor to forgive my offense."
Feeling the aura of the Great Emperor Realm, Zhu Moyan did not hesitate. At once, she spoke these words, making amends for her earlier absence. It was also the most urgent matter before her.
Seeing this, the Sky Origin Ancestor merely waved a hand. A profound, unfathomable gleam flashed through his eyes before his gaze lowered onto Evil God Moro.
After all, the Sky Origin Ancestor had not forgotten the grudges between them. If not for Moro—
How could he have been defeated so quickly?
If not for Moro—
How could he have been so easily sealed away?
Even if he had been no match for Emperor Qing and the Sky Phoenix Ancestor, escaping alive and unharmed should still have been possible.
Now and today, this grudge had to be avenged.
The Sky Origin Ancestor brought people forward when he needed them and cast them behind when he did not. At this moment, he could kill two birds with one stone.
He had already been stabbed in the back once. Now, he would never give anyone a second chance to stab him in the back. Thus, striking now was undoubtedly satisfying—exhilaratingly so.
His speed and efficiency were beyond compare for ordinary people.
When Evil God Moro saw this, a shadow of gloom crossed his face. Without another thought, he darted toward Zhu Moyan in