War of the Thousand Kings

At the Zenith, atop a metal platform.

Li Dui's breath was weak, his body withered. He struggled to open his eyes and looked at the Turbid Clan member floating not far above him.

This was the ninth Divine Emperor to attempt to control his Chaos Realm avatar in the past seven-plus cycles.

The ten Divine Emperors stationed at the five infiltration points had basically all taken a turn.

The one floating above him now was not actually skilled in control techniques. This bastard was here purely to take pleasure in tormenting Li Dui.

Li Dui was not a masochist. He simply did not want to leave a damaged avatar in the enemy's hands. But everything had its limit.

Having witnessed some of the Turbid Clan Divine Emperor's methods, he understood clearly...