The Cloud Emperor's face had become utterly bizarre. The upper half was crimson as blood, as though droplets of blood were about to seep from his pores. Yet beneath that red half, his face was pale as paper, nearly transparent. That deathly pallor was inching upward bit by bit. Once that white aura covered his entire face, all his life force would burn away, and he would die miserably on the spot.
But more than a hundred wood elves were already on their heels, continually drawing their longbows and raining arrows upon them. What drove the Cloud Emperor to despair was that there had originally been only one or two ordinary demigods among those wood elves, but now three auras had appeared that were only slightly inferior to his strength at his peak.
They were absolutely elder-level figures among the wood elves. In the Cloud Emperor's current condition, there was no way he could be their match.
With a few bitter laughs, the Cloud Emperor lowered his voice. "Canglong, return to the Western Continent. Until you have cultivated to the peak of the demigod realm and grasped the true path of power, you are not to take a single step outside. Tell that brat Lin Qi to wipe out the wood elf race and vent my anger!"
Yun Canglong's face was drawn tight. He did not say a word. His fists were clenched so tightly that his nails sank deep into his palms, blood dripping continuously down. The sharpness and edges he had once possessed vanished without a trace at that moment. This disastrous defeat of the family, and the miserable sight of even an ancestor like the Cloud Emperor being forced into such a state, made Yun Canglong mature with startling speed.
The aura around him became as unfathomable