The winds howled and thunder roared. The world suddenly lost its color. As the Lord of the World Alliance brought his palm down, the heavens collapsed and Qiankun sank beneath it. His attack was unstoppable.
Huang Lun shoved Huang Han aside and stood firm, taking the full force of the colossal strike.
"Father!" Huang Han cried. She could only watch as Huang Lun used the last of his strength to shield her from the raging storm. He was like a mountain reaching the heavens, forever standing between her and danger.
But this time, the mountain finally fell.
At his peak, Huang Lun would naturally have feared no Lord of the World Alliance. But he had endured several great battles and was already gravely wounded. Then he had sacrificed most of his cultivation to save Huang Han. At this moment, he was likely weaker than an ordinary Progenitor. How could he stand against the Lord of the World Alliance, a Supreme Expert who stood at the Progenitor Extreme Peak?
There were no surprises. No miracles.
Amid a thunderous boom, the Lord of the World Alliance struck Huang Lun flying with a single palm. His primordial spirit shattered, and his True Spirit nearly dispersed. There was no need to strike again; he was as good as dead.
"Father!" Huang Han wept in the distance. Her father had once been such a hero, his spirit towering over the Myriad Worlds of the Heavens, revered by countless demons. Yet now he had fallen so low—and she was the reason it had all happened.
"I was wrong. I was wrong..." she murmured, looking almost mad.
"You Emperor, your path ends here!" the Lord of the World Alliance said calmly as he gazed at Huang Lun lying on the ground. He then glanced at Huang Han