Ye Chuxue's Swan Song! Eternal Night Ice Coffin!

Great Emperor Arrogance let out an enraged roar.

He broke through Luo Yiyi's divine ability, then backhanded a palm strike into her chest.

Luo Yiyi was sent flying, smashing into the ruins several hundred zhang away, dust and smoke billowing into the sky.

But she was not dead.

She crawled out of the ruins, covered in blood, blood hanging at the corner of her mouth, but her sword was still in her hand, and her eyes were still shining.

She raised her head and looked at Great Emperor Arrogance. "Again."

Great Emperor Arrogance's expression finally changed.

Not because of Luo Yiyi's threat, but because these people were not afraid of him.

He had seen countless opponents—strong ones, weak ones, clever ones, foolish ones.

But he had never seen a group like this. They did not fear death, did not fear pain, did not fear despair.

They charged at him like madmen, fought like madmen, and laughed like madmen as they welcomed death.

"Madmen," he said.

Great Emperor Desire stood on a distant warship, watching this scene, the smile at the corner of his mouth gone.

A complicated emotion flashed through his eyes—not fear, not awe, but admiration.

"The Human Race..." he said softly. "Ten thousand years, and still this mad."

Great Emperor Sloth yawned.

"Hurry up and finish... I'm sleepy..."

Great Emperor Desire raised his hand, preparing to order a full assault.

But just then, a violent energy fluctuation came from the distance.

It was not the aura of the abnormals, not the aura of the Human Race, not the aura of the Demon Race.

It was an ancient aura that made one's heart tremble.

Everyone's gaze turned in that direction.

An ice-blue pillar of light rose from the horizon, shooting straight into the clouds.

Within the pillar of light,